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Might as well be drunk in love: 3 of 3
Pairing: OT7 x Reader (CEO AU)
Summary: In which your friend thought it would be funny to give you a love potion, and in which seven CEOs accidentally drank it.
Warnings: Love Potion, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, If youâre not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.
A/N: HAPPY HOSEOK'S DAY! We made it! 2/7!!
Part 1, Part 2
Your smile was genuine when you met Kim Taehyungâs eyes.
Unlike the others who were punctual, he was a minute late. He was grinning though like he had a secret he couldnât wait to share to you.
âYou seem happy, Taehyung,â you remarked as you stepped closer, the distance between you shrinking with each heartbeat. With his hands tucked into his pockets, he waited eagerly for you to reach him. The only indication of his bubbling excitement was the way he bounced slightly on his feet. He looked so much lighter in this light, you noticed, the usual darkness in his eyes was nowhere to be found.
He looked truly happy like the sun had decided to shine just for him.
âI am,â he said, his grin widening even more. His eyes sparkled with anticipation. How can he not be happy when you were near? âYouâre here with me. With us. How can I not be happy?â he murmured, gently pulling your hand into his and clasping your fingers tightly.
You blinked, surprised by his blatant statement. The potion was indeed so powerful that even the cold Taehyung turned into this kind of person you would want for you own had it been a different circumstance. You thought that whoever he would choose to love after all this fiasco would be the luckiest person.
However, you chose to not dwell on his statement. You were extremely happy with the good news your friend shared with you. There would be a cure soon, and you just knew that you would be nothing to him and all of them after this but a fleeting memory. You decided to hold on for a little while longer, and maybe just lived in the moment where this was a possibility. Sooner rather than later, they would go back to not knowing and caring who you were.
You cleared your throat, âSo, where are you taking me?â
Taehyung took a sip from his coffee, the takeout food laid on either side of you on the bench. A smile tugged at your lips at the peculiarity of it allâhere was one of the richest men in South Korea, someone with immense influence, choosing to share a simple day in the park with you. It felt surreal, the laughter of children and rustling leaves wrapping around you like a warm embrace.
âThis is really good,â he hummed appreciatively, his eyes lighting up as he sampled one of the dishes from the food truck. âAnd itâs really cheap. I cannot believe those fancy restaurants charge so much when the food is just so-so.â
âRight? Finally, someone from the rich admitted it!â you laughed, your voice mingling with the sounds of the park. âI always wondered if the taste buds of the rich are just inherently different from us. Thereâs no way you guys are satisfied with those little servings of dishes. Also, is this your first time eating here?â
âYesâŠâ Taehyung rubbed the back of his neck, glancing at the pond sheepishly. âI always wanted to do this with a girlfriend. You know, those TV dramas show how romantic this is.â
You couldnât help but grin at his confession and the innocence in his voice. The sincerity of his confession made him endearing, if not more. âSo, here we are, living the drama, huh? Too bad you didnât do this with your real girlfriend.â
He glared at you, his expression mock-serious, before playfully snatching your hand and fully enclosing it with his. âYouâre my real girlfriend,â he grumbled childishly, a spark of mischief dancing in his eyes.
Your heart raced at the sudden intimacy, warmth flooding through you. âOh, really? Guess I should start practicing my dramatic sighs and longing gazes then,â you teased, squeezing his hand gently.
âAbsolutely,â he said with a grin, his earlier shyness melting away. âI expect nothing less from my leading lady.â
It was a nice lunch out which should have ended as nicely as it started.
But you should have known your wish was too good to be true.
You were walking with him on your way back to the office when he randomly decided to go back and buy his brothers takeout food. He claimed that since he thoroughly enjoyed it, his brothers should too so that they would know just what they were missing. He asked you to wait for a little while before he turned back. And you did. You were contented with scrolling through your social media when you were interrupted.
âExcuse me, miss?â A man called for you, his smile was warm as he looked at you. âMay I know what time it is?â
âOh uhm, itâs 1:37,â you replied, glancing at the screen of your phone.
He thanked you politely before resuming his walk when he abruptly stopped. He chuckled sheepishly, looking at you over his lashes. âI really donât need to know the time. Iâm sorry, Iâm really bad at this. Youâre just so beautiful ââ
âMay I help you?â Taehyungâs voice suddenly cut through the air, firm yet protective as he reappeared, a bag of takeout in hand. He stepped in front of you, effectively blocking you from the other manâs view. His face was void of any emotion, yet he managed to terrify the man.
The man straightened, clearly caught off guard. Taehyungâs presence shifted the atmosphere, his expression a mix of confusion and an underlying feeling of intimidation. âUh, I was just⊠asking the time,â the man stammered, taking a step back.
Taehyungâs gaze narrowed slightly, a hint of a challenge in his posture. âRight. And now youâve got the time. Anything else?â
âMan, Iâm not looking for any trouble. I-I just really thought sheâs single. I meant no harm!â the man protested, his voice shaky.
âWhy are you still here?â Taehyung whispered, the sound of irritation was heavy in his tone. âWhy are you still looking at my woman?â He asked, the words coming out as a low growl, each syllable deliberate and heavy.
The air between you crackled with tension as the manâs face blanched, realizing he had crossed a line. He raised his hands defensively, backing away further. âIâI didnât know! Sorry, I just thoughtââ
âThought what?â Taehyung pressed, taking a step forward, his stance unwavering. âThat it was okay to interrupt her? To make her uncomfortable?â He was too close to the man, his hands closed to a fist as though he was just one look away from exploding. âThat you can steal her away from us?!â
How could you ever think that he was something other than the darkness that was caging his heart? How could you ever be so naĂŻve? âHey, itâs fine. He didnât bother me at all,â you interjected gently, trying to diffuse the situation before it escalated further. âLetâs just let him go.â
Gone was the sweet man you perceived him to be not long ago, and in his place was the darkness you always knew him to be when he slowly turned around after the man swiftly escaped the situation. âRemember this, little one,â he started, his voice grave yet commanding, a blend of promise and threat. âWe are the only one for you.â
You couldn't shake off the discomfort that Taehyung's interaction had stirred within you.
You were deep in your thoughts, terror and anxiety in your heart. He was the third in the schedule and you still had four to go. All the interactions you had with the boys so far only made you see the warning signs flashing in your mind. This was a wrong decision. You should have heeded your friendâs warning about spending time with them and avoided skinship as much as possible. Â
You should have focused on finding the cure. However, you couldnât just turn your back on them, not when they all acted like they were on their deathbeds as though you were the only cure, badly needing you to take their next breath. The weight of their dependency tugged at your conscience, making it harder to escape the turmoil that surrounded you. Hence, your predicament.
Taehyungâs reaction was too much. The potion was turning them into jealous, possessive men, their natural temperaments amplified into something almost unrecognizable. It had only been three days since the potion had taken effect, yet it seemed to amplify their emotions, turning them into jealous, clingy versions of themselves. You felt a chill run down your spine as you recalled the way his eyes had darkened, how intense his gaze had been, as if he saw you as something he needed to protect at all costs.
Consumed by these unsettling thoughts, you almost forgot about Jungkook entirely. His presence had slipped into the background amidst the chaos Taehyungâs behavior had caused. That is, until the hurried sound of footsteps interrupted your spiral. You turned, startled, to find a group of Jungkookâs guards, their expressions tight with fear. Wide-eyed and breathless, they approached you swiftly, the urgency in their movements sending a wave of panic through you.
âWhatâwhatâs happening?â you stammered, confusion mixing with dread.
âMr. Jeon⊠heâs not well,â another guard murmured, his tone serious. âItâs bad.â
Your heart sank as the weight of their words hit you. Jungkook was not well. Â If Taehyungâs possessiveness had shaken you, the thought of Jungkook in a similar state terrified you even more. Without hesitation, you followed them, a knot of anxiety tightening in your chest.
As you neared his floor, the muffled sounds of destruction reached youâsharp crashes, the unmistakable sound of something heavy being thrown, followed by a guttural, enraged grunt. The noise alone made your skin crawl, but you pushed forward.
âGo in,â one of the guards pleaded, his voice quiet but urgent as you hesitated. You could hear the familiar voices of Jin and Namjoon on the other side of the door, their tones strained as they attempted to calm him.
âJungkook, breathe,â Namjoon was saying, his voice low, trying to inject calm into the chaos.
âCome on, itâs okay,â Jin added, though the strain in his voice betrayed the calm facade he was trying to maintain. âSheâll be here. She didnât leave⊠relax.â
The guard beside you pushed the door open, leaving you no choice but to face your oversight. Suffice to say, the scene before you sent a fresh wave of fear through your body.
Jungkookâs office was a mess. Papers were scattered across the floor, a desk chair lay on its side, and the corner of the large wooden desk had a jagged crack running through it as if somethingâor someoneâhad hit it too hard. A shattered vase lay in pieces, its contents scattered across the floor.
In the center of the chaos stood Jungkook. His back was to you, his broad shoulders heaving with labored breaths, fists clenched tightly at his sides. Even from where you stood, you could feel the tension radiating off him like a living thing. His stark, dark hair was disheveled, his usually sharp, precise appearance completely undone by whatever storm was raging inside him.
You knew you caused it. You were aware of you effect on them, but heavens, you didnât know it to be this bad.
Namjoon was the first to notice you. His draconic eyes, once calm and calculating, now burned with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat. The second your startled gaze met his, you saw itâthe darkness swirling in him, consuming him. He hadnât seen you since last night, and the distance had frayed his already strained control. His jaw clenched, muscles tensing as if he were holding himself back from lunging at you. He needed you. Desperately.
But the leader in him fought against the urge, restraining the primal hunger clawing at his insides. He knew he had to hold backâfor now. The others needed you just as much as he did. He could wait. He had to wait. His fingers twitched at his sides, betraying the struggle within him.
He could wait until tonight.
He had to.
âThank God,â Jin breathed when he noticed your presence. He stepped away from Jungkook.
Jungkookâs head snapped up the moment you stepped further into the room. His body froze, as though sensing your presence before even turning to look at you. Slowly, he turned around, and the intensity in his eyes when they locked onto yours was nearly suffocating. His dark eyes, wide with emotion, bore into you, his lips parted slightly as he struggled to catch his breath.
The room went still as Jungkookâs gaze never wavered from you. You could feel the raw intensity behind his eyes, the same kind of possessiveness you had seen in Taehyung but magnified tenfold in Jungkook. It wasnât just desperation; it was obsession, need, something far more dangerous than mere jealousy.
âYouâŠâ he stammered; his voice rough from all the screaming he had done. His words were laced with desperation and disbelief. âY-you didnât leave us, Noona?â
The room was too silent as though their stability rested entirely on your next move. You knew you had to thread extremely carefully.
You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest, your knees locked. You brain was screaming for you to run away from him. âJungkook,â you whispered, his name fragile on your lips.
It was him who decided for you.
He hated the distance. It gnawed at him, fraying what little control he had left. He took a step forward, his fists still clenched, muscles tense as if he were fighting some invisible restraint. âDonât leave me,â he said, his voice barely above a whisper, but there was a command beneath the words. His hands caressed your cheeks and tilted you face to meet his eyes. âYou⊠you canât leave me. You cannot leave us.â
He didnât let you leave. And you couldnât as well, not when he was visibly distraught. Most especially, not when his arms were wrapped around you like a vine. Before you knew it, you were lying on the sofa in his office, Jungkookâs arms wrapped around you like vines, pulling you impossibly close. His body pressed against yours, seeking warmth, seeking comfort. He didnât say anything, but the weight of his emotions was palpable. His grip on you never loosened, his head buried in the crook of your neck as if he was afraid youâd vanish if he let go.
The only reassurance he seemed to accept was having you there, physically close to him, where he could feel you, touch you, and know that you hadnât disappeared. But as comforting as your presence was to him, it left you uncomfortable, stressed by the weight of the situation. Jungkook was too close, his grip too tight, and the intensity of it all made your mind scream for space, for distance. But you couldnât moveânot when each time you tried to shift even slightly, he would hold on tighter, and the quiet, broken sobs would return, muffled against your skin.
Your unlikely savior came at exactly 3 in the afternoon.
Min Yoongi opened the door in a relaxed manner as though he was the owner of the office, his bored eyes finding your form on the sofa. His relaxed demeanor was a stark contrast to the tension that hung in the room. Jungkook hadnât noticed him yet, but you softly calling Yoongiâs name alerted him of his presence âmore a sigh of relief than an actual greetingâit was enough to pull Jungkookâs attention. Yoongi raised his brow at Jungkook, his expression impassive as ever, a silent question if the younger man was finally okay. Jungkookâs only response was the slight untightening of his grip on you. The shift was hesitant, reluctant, but it was there. Slowly, his arms loosened, though his body still remained close, not quite ready to let you go entirely. His possessiveness had dulled, but it was far from gone.
Yoongiâs gaze softened when he turned it back to you, his expression warm and unexpectedly gentle. He knew what you had endured, the strain it had caused you, and for once, the sharp edges in his usually indifferent demeanor softened into something close to tenderness.
"Good afternoon, darling," Yoongi said in his low, easy drawl, a hint of amusement dancing behind his words. âIâve come to save you.â
Yoongi knew how overwhelming and overstimulating things could be sometimes. For the life of him and despite the instincts screaming in his head to have you close, he chose to silently walk beside you. You had been through enough for today.
You didnât even question where the two of you were going. It was like all the energy you had was drained from you. You were silent even as he closed the car door for you, was speechless even when he expertly drove away from the building. Min Yoongi was just exactly what you needed after the conundrum being with Jungkook brought.
âI know it was tough,â Yoongi said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you two. His voice was low, steady, as though he had been waiting for the right moment to speak. His hands gripped the steering wheel loosely, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, but you could feel the weight of his attention on you. Even without looking at you, Yoongi had this uncanny ability to make you feel seen, like he was always aware of what you needed before you even realized it yourself. âBut still, thank you for calming him down.â
The soft hum of the car filled the space, and though you didnât respond immediately, you knew Yoongi didnât expect you to. From the short time that you were with them, you noticef that he had always been like thatâpatient, never pushing you to speak before you were ready. His quiet understanding was something that set him apart. There was no rush with him, no urgency to force words or explanations from you. Just his presence, calm and grounding, allowing you to gather your thoughts.
You nodded slowly, not trusting yourself to speak just yet. The memory of Jungkookâs desperate grip on you, the way he had refused to let you go, still lingered, and it was too raw to put into words. But Yoongi didnât push. He never did. He was just⊠there, giving you the space to process, to breathe. âI owe it to all of you. This was all my faultâŠâ
Yoongiâs gaze shifted toward you, and for a moment, he looked at you as though youâd just said something utterly ridiculous. His brow furrowed, and the corners of his lips tilted into a frown of disbelief. Then, with a sigh, he shook his head. âThis isnât your fault. How could you have known? Donât be so hard on yourself.â
Min Yoongi was just the reprieved you needed. Where the others seemed consumed by their need for you, Yoongi remained steady, unaffected by the storm raging around them.
He took you home and told you that he already took care of your supervisor and said that you were needed for a meeting. A wave of gratitude washed over you, and you couldnât help the small, tired smile that tugged at your lips. You didnât know how to thank him properly, but it seemed Yoongi didnât need grand gestures. His way of caring was quiet and understated, but it spoke volumes.
âThank you,â you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, but Yoongiâs small nod told you he heard it.
Your schedule with him was calm, much like his demeanor. The kitchen felt like a small sanctuary, the aroma of garlic and herbs wafting through the air as you chopped vegetables together. The music of your choice filled the space, a playful backdrop to the evening.
You smiled to yourself, caught up in the moment. Suddenly, a chuckle broke your reverie. You turned to see him shaking his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. âBad Romance by Lady Gaga?â he teased, but there was no edge to his wordsâjust a warm acceptance of your quirky taste. You shrugged, a grin spreading across your face. It felt domestic, this shared moment, and you savored it. And yes, Bad Romance was truly a banger song.
But then, the atmospere shifted. Lost in thought, you almost missed his sudden remark. âI heard from Hoseok that your friend found a cure for the love potion.â His voice was steady, almost indifferent, yet you caught the tension in the way he gripped the counter, knuckles whitening against the cool surface. His eyes were focused on his task, a deliberate action on his part.
You nodded, surely this was good news for them, right?
 âThatâsâŠgood.â
It did not sound like it was good. You considered asking him, pressing for clarity, but you hesitated. This was Yoongi, after all. He wasnât a man who wore his emotions on his sleeve, and pushing too hard might cause him to withdraw further. But your instinct, the one that had kept you grounded in moments like this, told you to be careful. You trusted him, both him and Seokjin, but trust was a fragile thingâespecially when it came to the men who surrounded you.
After you two finished cooking, he found you sitting on the sofa, mindlessly searching for what to watch when he lied down, his head resting on your legs. You looked down, surprised but not displeased. You noted how he refrained from physically touching you the past hour, his control and thoughtfulness of your situation did not go unnoticed by you. âI tried to hold off as long as I could,â he murmured, his eyes drifting closed as he settled in.
You chuckled softly, brushing a hand through his dark hair. âThank you for being considerate, Yoongi.â The weight of his head on your lap felt grounding, a connection that made the world outside seem distant.
It was five in the afternoon when you decided to freshen up. The entire day, despite it being only being afternoon, left you exhausted. It wasnât just the physical exhaustion that clawed at you; it was the emotional toll of navigating conversations that felt more like tightrope walks than exchanges. Each word had to be measured, each response carefully calculated. It was like it would only take one wrong word for them to crumble. Each of them just as needy as the others.
It did not come as a surprise when you stepped out of the bathroom and found the one and only Park Jimin in your bedroom. His head was hanging low as he sat on your bed, his form slouched as he stared down. Gone was his suit, and his necktie hung loosely around his collar as though he had spent the entire day tugging at it.
âJimin?â
Slowly, he looked up. His dark eyes were impassive, the usual glint gone. He looked so far from the sweet persona he usually had, and in his place was a man that was emitting dangerous vibes. âLittle one,â he called, his voice low and toneless. âI heard your...â he trailed off, his scoffed a telltale sign of what exactly he was feeling. â-friend found us a cure.â
You blinked owlishly, caught off guard with how displeased he looked. He raised his brow at your prolonged silence, âWhatâs wrong, honey?â He stood up and sauntered to you, his faux concern so thick that you could almost choke at it. âAll seven of us are sick from that love potion, right? So itâs only correct that we get the âcureâ, right?â
You looked up to meet his eyes as he neared you, his chest almost touching yours from his proximity. âAre we sick to you, little one?â
âIââ you started, your heart beating fast from his line of questioning. The intensity of his line of questioning made your pulse quicken. He tilted his head, his finger catching droplets of water that had escaped from your hair, trailing slowly down your neck.
âHmm? You what?â His voice was low, teasing yet laced with something darker.
âI just want you all to return to your normal life,â you answered truthfully. âI know everything happening is not normal for any of you. Your life does not involve aroundâŠâ You hesitated, searching for the right words. âThis chaos. You deserve to be free.â
He paused with his ministration, his hand hovering near your chest. A flicker of something crossed his face and you failed to decipher whether it was from amusement or annoyance. He stepped even impossibly closer. He looked down at you and whispered something that terrified you. âDid you ask us if we want to go back to how it was? Little one, did you even ask if we need a cure?â
Involuntarily, your foot took a step back. The weight of his words came crushing down on you. You were shaking your head even before he could finish saying his piece. You thought that it was a ridiculous thought anyway. âYou donât know what youâre saying, Park Jimin. None of what youâre all feeling is real,â you implored him, willing his true self to understand what you were saying, and not the version of himself that was âin loveâ with you. âThis potion-itâs not who you are.â
His gaze held steady, dark and penetrating as though what you said set off something in himâŠsomething they all tried so hard to contain. âAnd what will you do if this is who we want to be? What if we want these versions of ourselves that are so utterly in love with you, little one? What then?â
You felt your breath hitched at every word and expose he was telling you. âBut itâs a lie. You canât love something or someone thatâs been forced upon you. This isnât love. You have to know that.â
It was a little while before he even responded again as silence enveloped the room. The only indication that he heard you was that subtle tilt in his head. âI see you still see all this as lovesickness and not destiny.â
âBecause it is!â you insisted, the desperation for him to see the truth made your voice rose. âYou canât really believe that this is meant to be!â
Jimin shook his head, strands of his hair cascading on his forehead, breaking the carefully gelled up appearance of his. âYouâll get sick, too,â he whispered as though it was an omen, as though foretelling a fate that even you couldnât comprehend.
But you would later on.
You heard him wrongâŠright? There was no way he said that.
âWhat?â The word came out as breathless gasp, disbelief flooding your senses.
He smiled innocently, the sudden playfulness in his expression felt like a mask. âLet me dry your hair before you get sick, little one.â His tone may have seemed so casual, yet it sent a shiver down your spine. You knew you couldnât talk sense into him, not when the seven of them were neck-deep in the effects of that love potion. Furthermore, you knew that insisting that what they were all feeling was far from reality would only leave them feeling abandoned by the supposedly love of their lives: you. You couldnât make them see reason, at least not now.
Right now, the only way to calm down the simmering annoyance and angst in him was to let him do what he wanted to do. Jimin was gentle and thorough as he dried your hair, his touch so soft as though you were made of porcelain, something he feared might shatter.
âSee how good I take care of you, little one? How good we all treat you?â he murmured, his voice particularly low and soothing as he worked the towel through your damp locks.
You felt your heart ache at the sincerity in his words, even if they were colored by the potionâs influence. âJiminâŠâ you started, but the protest caught in your throat as he leaned in closer, the warmth of his body enveloping you. He met your eyes through the mirror, his chin resting on your shoulder and rush of warmth and happiness passed through him. He fucking loved you, he thought to himself as an even fiercer conviction took root. You would see it soon.
âYou are our queen, my love,â he continued with fierce intensity. âDonât you see?â
But if this was love, then it felt like a prison to you. The sensation of his arms wrapped around you felt less like an embrace and more like shackles, binding you to a reality that terrified you. The walls felt as if they were closing in, the weight of his affection pressing down on your chest. You felt it even more when he placed his plump lips on your neck.
âAnd we will always sacrifice everything for our queen.â
As soon as the clock hit 7 in the evening, you tore yourself away from his embrace and ran down to the living room, already typing down on your phone to call for a meeting with the boys when you saw them already sitting there. They seemed to be in a deep conversation, their voices low and their faces serious. Sitting in the middle of them all was Kim Namjoon who had his eyes closed and his head resting against the backrest of the sofa. He looked similar to how he was when he trapped you in the elevator. He almost seemed to be sleeping had it not been the slight tremors in his hands that gave it away.
It was as though they were attuned to your presence when they all turned their heads to where you were, sans Namjoon, their conversation coming into a halt. It was eerie, you thought. You felt a shiver run down your spine at the synchronized movement, as if they were all part of some unsettling choreography.
âThere she is,â Hoseok said brightly his face lighting up with a happiness that seemed almost out of place in the tense atmosphere. On his lap was your cat who was sporting a new collar. And was that gold?! âHow was your day, little one?â
âWe need to talk.â
âUh-oh,â Taehyung plainly commented, his hand absentmindedly playing with Jungkookâs hair. His carefree gesture was a complete contrast to the seriousness in his face. âI already donât like this.â
âPark Jimin, what did you do now?â Yoongi quipped, raising an eyebrow as he caught sight of the mentioned man entering the living room behind you. There was a teasing lilt in his voice, but the underlying concern was palpable.
Jimin smirked, holding your hand briefly when he passed you and sat down beside the quiet Namjoon. âNothing. I justâŠdried her hair.â
Jin shook his head, shooting the maknae line a look of disappointment. He just knew that they did something today. Afterall, he thought that the younger men didnât know the meaning of control and working in the shadows. He would talk to them later. They should have known how much of a flight risk you were. They were just banking on the kindness of your heart and how they used it to play with your conscience. It was that and Namjoon and Hoseokâs tactics that got you here, after all. They should all play smartly if they wanted this to last forever. And for now, making you happy was the way to that. He stood up and walked to you. He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. Â âI heard from Hoseok that there is a cure. Is this about it, my love?â
âLetâs hear it then, noona,â Jungkook said with a smile on your face. It was a deceitful smile, you noted to yourself. How he could turn his playfulness and innocence on and off was terrifying, and the evidence of it was staring right at your face. You looked down and saw his bandaged hand from the breakdown from earlier.
Yoongi offered you an encouraging smile and you were only too thankful for his quiet support. You didnât think twice to sit when he tapped down the empty space beside him. âA-as you all know, my friendâs grandmother knows of a cure in the mountains-â
Taehyungâs sharp scoffed interrupted you. âYouâre tired of taking care of your mess when itâs only been a day?â His tone may be playful, but there was an edge to it.
You took a dee breath, âI know this is all difficult for all of us. But if she knows something, if there is even a small chance that there is really a cure, then shouldnât we go for it? If this can help-â
âHelp us?â Jimin interjected, his tone softer but laced with frustration. âHelp us how? By running off to the mountains while weâre all here struggling with these feelings?â
âAnd how will we even know that youâll come back to us?â Hoseok added, his anger bubbling to the surface. âWhat if you just leave?â he voiced the heavy question everyone in the room had been thinking about, not that they would let you, anyway.
The atmosphere grew tense, and you could feel the weight of their accusations pressing down on you. âIt isnât fair,â you retorted, your voice trembling slightly.
âWell, it was never fair to the seven of us,â Taehyung shot back, his tone sharp. âWe were minding our own business when your negligence caused us this situation. You are to blame, and all you want is to escape from it.â
You could no longer take all the blamings, you realized. You were not the only one to blame in this, right? You were just as victim as they were! And the oldest should also share the blame! âBut he knew!â
Seokjin blinked owlishly, attention now on him as you pointed your finger at him. âKnew what?â
âYou knew that that pink tumbler wasnât yours! You said so yourself that you knew it wasnât yours because yours had coffee in it! You knew and you kept on drinking!â
âAh, rightâ he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he offered sheepish looks at the other CEOs who were all looking at him with seriousness and disbelief in their eyes. âWhat? It was delicious, right?!â
âWell, yeah it was,â Yoongi approved, his voice low. He looked like he was already long done with this conversation with the way he was leaning against the backrest and you knew with just one push he would already be lying down and dozing off. However, his attention was still on you as he played with the strands of your hair.
âSo, if you are all blaming me, shouldnât you put blame on him, too? He offered you the drink knowing that it wasnât his! And he didnât tell you all!â
Jungkook nodded, completely agreeing at whatever you were saying as long as you kept talking. Your voice was melody to his ears, like a siren, he thought. If he was a cartoon, you were sure that heâd already have heart coming out of his eyes from the way he was looking at you. He was giggling like a child, his chin resting on his palm, his body turned to you. âYouâre right, noona. Itâs Jin hyungâs fault. We should kick him out of the house or exchange him for ice creamâŠSpeaking of! Whatâs your favorite flavor, my love?â
âFine! Then sue me! Arrest me! But lock me with her forever!â Seokjin exclaimed dramatically, throwing his hands in the air.
âSeokjin, for the love of all thatâs good-â
âI love it when you call me that,â he said with sincerity in his voice.
âI literally just called you your name!â you shot back in exasperation.
âYes. That. I love it.â
âOh my God, weâre getting off track!â You exclaimed in frustration. âThe cure. Itâs worth pursuing, donât you all think? Isnât that why Iâm here in the first place? To alleviate the effects of the love potion?â
You knew you had them when they looked at each other in silence. âAnd whatâs more alleviating than actually freeing us all from the effects of that potion?â you continued, your voice steady, determined. âIf we have a chance to break this spellâif we can find a way to return to our normal livesâshouldnât we take it?â
âYouâre not going alone. We are coming with you,â Kim Namjoon broke his silence for the first time that night. You couldnât help but notice the strain in his voice despite the firm way he delivered his demand, a telltale sign that he needed you now. It was already past seven, and he was the last one in the schedule. It was already way past his schedule, and he had been patient and enduring enough. He just knew that anytime now he would break. He opened his eyes, and his gaze locked onto yours, âTomorrow. We go to the mountains.â
Before anyone could respond, he stood up swiftly, his long legs carrying him away from the eruption of chaos and disagreement that erupted from his statement. The others began to voice their objections, a flurry of protests filling the room.
Yet, he never stopped.
âYou know you have to come to him, right, noona?â Jungkook said amidst the chaos. âNamjoon hyung is sufferingâŠâ
âHe has been patient,â Hoseok added, admiring the strength and resolved that their lead CEO had. âBut he needs you, too.â
The walk to his room was long despite the reasonable distance. It must have been because of the rapid beating of your heart as you walked to the unknown. The six of them all showed their dark side, the possessive, obsessive and jealous side that terrified you. You wondered what the last member would show you tonight.
But they were right.
Despite your fear and restlessness, you had to honor your responsibility with them.
Your knuckles had barely grazed his door when it opened from the inside, revealing the disheveled lead CEO.
Kim Namjoon was breathing hard despite the cool air inside his room. The usually composed lead CEO looked disheveled and visible exhausted. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead, strands of his dark hair tousled as if his fingers had raked through them in frustration. He had already donned out his dark suit, his white and crisp shirt was unbuttoned. His muscular chest was glistening with sweat. Your eyes traced his form and found him barefooted.
This was as unmade as you ever witnessed him to be.
You were right, you realized. Kim Namjoon suffered the most today as he was the last one in the schedule. The way he was looking at you made it seemed like you were nothing to him but a prey, one that he had been desperately hunting the whole day. His silence only made you more tensed. "Namjoon," you began softly, concern evident in your voice as you stepped closer despite wanting to run away. "Are you alright?"
Instead of a reassuring answer, his demeanor shifted. His answer was pulling you inside his lair. His movements were quick. Desperate. Frantic. The sound of lock clicking loudly in the quiet of the room. This wasn't the controlled man you were accustomed toâthis was someone else entirely, someone driven by raw instinct and need.
Every step he took towards you was a step you took backwards. He was sauntering to you like a predator would, his movements slow and deliberate like someone who knew had you trapped. His muscles were tensed like he was barely holding onto his control. His eyes, usually so warm, now bore into you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. You could feel the tension radiating from him, his body coiled like a spring about to snap. You had an inkling that he wasnât okay, but you never expected him to be this intense, this desperate.
"N-Namjoon, please," you stammered, your concern growing as his presence overwhelmed you, "Youâre not okay. Let me get some help, okay?"
He scoffed softly, a sound that dripped with frustration and desire. The truth was plain to seeâhe wasn't just physically spent; there was something deeper unsettling him, something that demanded your presence, your touch, as if you were the anchor he desperately needed.
He knew if he didnât have you in his arms in the next second, then he would truly lose it. He was desperate for you. And so, for the first time ever, he damned the consequences.
âTake off your clothes.â
âWhat?! No-â
âI need to feel your skin or I will fucking lose it, little one,â he gritted, his hands formed into fists in an attempt to ground him. He didnât want to scare you, that was the last thing he wanted.
But he was scaring himself. The dizzying need for you was terrifying him. Dark thoughts were swirling in his mind: all of them were of losing you. He didnât know what would happen if they lost you. He didnât know what they would be capable of if you had someone else.
The only thing that could calm him down was you. But you were stubborn, werenât you? He saw your eyes darted to the door behind him, assessing the probability that you could escape him. It wouldnât happen, he was certain. Not in the state he was in.
âDonât,â he whispered with a shake of his head. âDonât test me tonight, little one. I am barely holding it in.â
âYouâre scaring me,â you whispered in admittance, your eyes begging him to be sane, to at least reach the Namjoon inside him that knew this was a grey area.
He paused in front of you. he was breathing hard and his eyes seemed to be all dark. His voice was low as he explained his need for you and his promise that the two of you would only be sleeping.
Tonight, he claimed that you would be safe.
âI wonât ask again, little one,â he whispered as he looked down at you. âRemove your clothes and get on the bed.â
âAnd weâll just sleep?â
âYes.â
âYou promise?â
He nodded. What he didnât tell you was how he wasnât sure if you could still be safe from the monsters you woke up inside them tomorrow. But that was tomorrowâs problem.
His eyes followed your every reluctant movement as you walked near to his bed. This was all so sudden, and the darkness of the room didnât help you observe his personality that was reflected in his room. However, you were thankful for the darkness because it gave you the courage to do as he bade without the full weight of his gaze on you. Shadows danced across the walls and with a shaky breath, you finally sat on the edge of the bed, the sheets soft and inviting beneath you. The room, dimly lit by the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains, seemed to wrap around you like a comforting shroud. It was easier to let the shadows obscure your uncertainties.
You began to remove your shirt, your heart racing as you felt his eyes on you, the intensity palpable. The fabric slipped away, leaving you feeling vulnerable yet exhilarated.
âThe shorts, little one,â he ordered quietly, his eyes still on you as he shrugged of his white shirt. He raised his brows when a flicker of stubbornness crossed your face, a silent warning that he was at the very edge of a cliff. With shaky hands, you pushed off your shorts before quickly getting under his thick blanket, hiding your exposed skin from his eyes.
Your heard the buckle of his belt coming undone, and the sound of zipper following next was too loud in the silence of his room which made you shut your eyes closed. But the prolonged silence made you take a peek. And there he was. He was stalking to you, his muscular chest bared for your eyes, his thighs so thick and strong. The only thing he still had on was his black boxers that leave nothing to the imagination.
You shrieked when he got on the bed confidently and flipped the blanket to the side, baring your body to him, both his arms encasing you as he hovered above you.
âN-Namjââ your words left you when he settled his weight on you, every ridges and corners of his body was touching you. His nose was on your neck, breathing in your scent. His hands moved from the side of your head down to your wrist, and everything he touched left goosebumps on your skin. âDonât fight this,â he whispered as he pulled your wrist above your head and kept them prisoned there.
âY-you told me weâre just going to sleep,â you reminded him, your voice shaking slightly as you felt the heat radiating from Namjoonâs body. The tension in the air felt electric, and your heart raced.
âI told you. You are safe with me tonight.â
His hard member certainly did not make you feel safe. You could feel his hardness poking your stomach, and you were no saint to not know what it meant. You were certainly not that innocent to not be affected by this. You were embarrassed with how you could feel your arousal seeping to your underwear, and you hoped that he wouldnât notice.
You jumped when you felt his tongue swiped at the expanse of your neck. You were trying to free yourself away from his hold when he nipped at your skin, sucking at it hard enough to know that it was going to leave a mark. All the while, his hips were slowly thrusting to you as though he was barely holding onto his thin control.
âDo you not feel safe, little one?â he taunted, his voice deeper than you ever heard of him. He lifted his head from your neck, his dark eyes glinting with something akin to an animalistic desire to have you. âIs the pleasure too much for you?â he asked in faux concern before thrusting his clothed cock directly to your heat. And by heavens, a moan escaped you. âOr is it not enough?â
âF-fuck, Namjoon- please!â you gasped as his hand pinched your nipple over your bra. His lips hovered over yours, so impossibly close that you knew one wrong movement was enough to make yours touched his. His cock was brutal as he humped you.
âDonât you feel safe with the desires you are feeling?â he whispered directly to your ear, his hot breath leaving tingles down your spine. âDonât you feel safe with just one cock? Do you want me to call the six of them? I bet theyâd be happy to make you come. I know Yoongi does.â
âS-stop!â
He chuckled, his thrust stopping altogether. âLittle one, youâre free. You can push me anytime you want. But you donât want to, do you?â
It was only when he pointed it out that you realized he was no longer holding you down. In fact, he hadnât for a while. You were too drunk with the sinful desire and his primal need to be with you that you didnât notice that you had the choice to push him away.
And the horrifying realization that you deliberately didnât want him to stop came crashing in.
âDonât you just want to give in? I promiseâŠno one will know. Itâs just the two of us,â he whispered seductively, his breath warm against your skin. The way his words wrapped around you felt almost hypnotic, stirring something deep within. âTurn that mind off, darling. Youâre so fucking wet,â he growled sensually. âI can feel your wetness in my thighs. You deserve this, little one. You deserve to be worship. All you need to do is to move.â
Your heart raced at the intensity of his gaze, each word wrapping around you like a vice. There was a part of you that yearned to give in, to surrender to the pull between you.
And you did.
Your hips lifted slightly to meet his, and it was all he needed before he rutted on you, the control he had snapped like a twig when you took the first step. You could feel you were getting close, his movements were all unforgiving and sensual.
âSee?â he growled, his voice low and intense, sending shivers down your spine. âI just want to take care of you, little love. We all just want to give you all you desire.â He stepped closer, the heat radiating off him like a tangible force, drawing you in. âI told you. You are safe with me. But you arenât safe from your own desires.â
You could feel something hot, something with urgency. And it wasnât long until you shuddered, you trashed with your back arched. And just like clockwork, Namjoonâs warm essence spurted out and onto his boxers.
âThatâs it, little one. Good girl.â
And as he held your body in his arms that night, he lied awake with thoughts of how to keep you. You were so beautiful. And perfect for him. You were perfect for them. He was sure that all of his brothers were thinking of the same thing: how to keep you forever.
Day 4, morning
It didnât come as a surprise when he woke up and found you gone, nor did it come as a surprise when you couldnât meet his eyes when he came down early in the morning ready to leave for the mountains. Seokjin, ever the observant, noticed the tension between the two of you. Actually, it was more so from you as you tried your very best to stick with who you thought was the safest among the seven, Seokjin and Yoongi.
Seokjin, with his soft smile and easygoing charm, had managed to pull the wool over your eyes. How could you have known that Seokjin was a wolf in a sheepâs clothing while Yoongi was only patient until he wasnât? How could you have known that they were truly far from who you thought they were?
The maknae line were already waiting by the door, talking animatedly among themselves as though all of you were just going to the mountains for a fun fieldtrip and not for the love potion cure.
It was Hoseok that broke the silence, âHow was your sleep, little one?â
âG-good,â you stammered, your eyes lifting to meet the lead CEOâs gaze, only to find him already looking back at you with an intensity that made your heart race. You quickly looked down, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. âL-letâs go? Itâs quite a far drive.â
You swallowed hard, trying to shake off the knot of tension in your stomach. The closer you got to the mountains, the more real the journey felt, and the more daunting the implications of finding a cure. You turned to Namjoon, who stood nearby, arms crossed and expression unreadable. âAre we ready?â
It took him a moment to answer, as though weighing your question with care, his eyes lingering on you in a way that felt too heavy for casual conversation. The air between you felt thick, charged with something unspoken, and the silence stretched on, longer than it should have. âAlways ready,â he replied, though the weight of his gaze suggested he had more on his mind than just the drive ahead.
You sat quietly the whole journey. The feeling of freedom was so near, yet the implications of what happened the past three days weighed down on you. You knew things could never go back the way it was. You knew you had to leave your job and move someplace else. Despite the possibility of a cure, you knew that everything that transpired was far more complex that a simple remedy couldnât fix.
You glanced around the van, taking in the familiar faces of the men who had turned your world upside down. This was probably one of the last times youâd be in their proximity, and that thought sent a shiver down your spine. You felt both relieved and terrified at the prospect.
It was as though Seokjin, the designated driver, could hear your thoughts. He glanced up into the rearview mirror and met your eyes, concern flickering in his expression. âYou okay back there?â he asked, his voice steady but laced with something deeper, an awareness of your internal struggle.
You offered a small smile, not quite reaching your eyes. âIâm good,â you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.
You looked down at the address your friend gave you. The mountains loomed in the distance; their imposing silhouettes framed by a clear blue sky. You could hear the faint rustle of leaves in the cool breeze, a stark contrast to the tension that had built up during the drive.
Namjoon was off to the side, deep in conversation with an elderly man. You couldnât help but catch snippets of their dialogueâwords like âcureâ and âlove potionâ floated through the air, drawing your attention. You watched as the man gestured toward a narrow, winding path leading deeper into the woods.
After a few moments, Namjoon turned back to you, a satisfied smile on his face. âWe have to walk. The car cannot pass through,â he shared the information with the group.
You nodded, feeling a mix of anxiety and excitement. âHow far is it?â
âNot too far, just a little hike,â he assured you, though his eyes held a glimmer of seriousness. âAre you ready?â
Taking a deep breath, you glanced at the rest of the group, who had gathered around. The maknae line looked eager, bouncing on their feet as if they were about to embark on a thrilling quest. Yoongi leaned against a tree, his expression contemplative, while Seokjin was busy checking the supplies they brought along.
âYeah, Iâm ready,â you replied, your voice steadier than you felt. âLetâs do this.â
It was almost an hour into the hike, and your little group was nearing the top when you saw it. âThat must be it,â Hoseok said, pointing excitedly at the small house perched on the summit. It looked quaint, surrounded by trees and flowers, with smoke curling from the chimney, hinting at warmth and life within. For a moment, the sight was sereneâpeaceful even. But there was something about it that made your skin prickle, a sense of wrongness you couldnât quite shake. The beauty of it felt... too perfect. Like an illusion meant to distract. A narrow pathway led to a flight of stairs, and just as you felt a rush of exhilaration, a pained gasp broke the tranquility.
You turned around to see Jungkook wincing, his hand clutching his ankle. âJungkook!â you exclaimed, rushing to his side. He was sitting on the ground, his face contorted in pain, his doe eyes looking up at you as though he was asking for help. Beside him, Jimin crouched down, his innocent-looking face betraying none of the tension in the air. He looked concerned, but there was something about the calmness in his expression that made you pauseâsomething about the way he was sitting too still, too perfectly for the situation at hand. How he hurt himself when the path was no longer steep like before, nor was the ground slippery was lost on you. You foolishly thought that you were out of the danger zone.
"Jungkook!" you repeated, kneeling beside him, your voice trembling with concern. "What happened?â
âI think I twisted it,â he admitted, his voice strained. âIt hurts so bad, noona. P-please stay with me.â
You blinked at his request, your heart aching at the sight of him so vulnerable, but a wave of doubt swept over you. You had to make a decision, and fast. The cure was still ahead of you, and the house at the summit was growing nearer with every step youâd taken. But now, Jungkook was down, and his injury looked serious.
You glanced around, unsure what to do. You could stay with him, of course, but you werenât the only one in the group, and there were others who might be able to help him. Maybe someone else should stay with him while you continued on to the house? Just as you were about to ask Taehyung, Namjoon stepped near you and interrupted your thoughts.
âStay with Jungkook,â Namjoon urged you, glancing back at the house. âWe can take care of the cure. Donât worry.â
You hesitated, torn between the urgency of reaching the house and your concern for Jungkook. His face was twisted in pain, and you felt a pang of guilt for even considering leaving him. But the reassuring nod from Seokjin was enough to convince you that the men could handle the cure without you.
âOkay,â you finally said, your voice steadying. âIâll stay here with Jungkook.â
As you knelt beside him, your focus solely on his ankle, you completely missed the meaningful look shared between Taehyung and Yoongi, a silent conversation that hinted at something more.
âJust take a deep breath, Jungkook,â you said, gently placing a hand on his knee. âLetâs see if we can wrap this up.â
The six men trudged up the pathway leading to the small house in companiable silence when Seokjin suddenly stopped, halting the progress of the six men following him. They were almost near the house that his sudden pause caused confusion to the maknae line. It was a moment before he turned to face the group.
âHyung?â Jimin asked, his brows furrowed. âWhatâs wrong?â
Seokjin and Yoongi shared a meaningful look, their jaws set in stone and expression serious. âTaehyung and Jimin, I think you should stay guard here,â he said, his voice low and firm.
âHyung, what if you need us there-â
Namjoon, who was quick to notice the peculiar seriousness in their eldest placed a reassuring hand on Taehyungâs shoulder and faced him. He flashed him a dimpled smile as though assuring him that everything was fine. âI think what hyung means is that this way, you can look out for little one and Jungkook.â
He tilted his head slightly, catching sight of you and Jungkook, a little ways down the path, peering curiously at the house.
âDonât worry, we can handle this,â Hoseok assured the two age-mate with his charm. He gave a playful nudge to Taehyung as he stepped past them, confidence radiating from his every move. âJust keep an eye out, okay?â
With that, Hoseok entered the house, the door creaking softly behind him. The rest of the older members followed, leaving the maknae line standing in the fading light.
You didnât have to wait long before the six of them descended the path, their expressions were mixed of triumph and satisfaction, and something that you couldnât quite pinpoint. It wasnât even that long when the six of them walked down to you. Yoongi led the way, a confident stride in his step, and in his hand was a small bottle filled with a shimmering pink liquid.
Your heart raced as you caught sight of it. âIs thatâ?â
âItâs the cure, little one,â he confirmed, holding it up to the light. The liquid sparkled, catching the sun in a way that made it almost mesmerizing, almost tantalizing, almost too hypnotic that you couldnât tear your eyes away from it.
You felt your heart leap in your chest. The weight of the world seemed to lift off your shoulders, and a wave of disbelief rushed through you. You could barely comprehend it, but there it was. âWeâre freeâŠâ you said with disbelief in your tone. You were too happy that you jumped up and hugged Jungkook. âI cannot believe it!â
âWell, almost, little one,â Namjoon said, his expression shifting to something more serious. âWeâll take it at home where we can safely observe the effects. We canât risk anything happening here.â
The words hit you like a splash of cold water. For a moment, the excitement faltered, and a small knot of worry tugged at your stomach. You had been so caught up in the euphoria of it all that you hadnât stopped to consider the reality of it. There were still risks, still unknowns.
âArenât you just a little too excited about leaving us, little one?â His words were offhanded, but there was an undercurrent of something else, something you couldnât quite place.
Your eyes darted to him, surprised by the sudden comment. Jiminâs gaze was still fixed on his nails, as though the conversation were of no consequence to him. But there was a subtle tension around him, something in his posture that didnât quite sit right.
Instead of dwelling too much in what he was enunciating, you decided to face Namjoon. âRight, of course,â you said, stepping back from Jungkook and if you noticed the reluctant way he let go of you, you didnât mention. You rationalized that they were still under the influence of the potion. You just had to hold on a little bit more.
Seokjin clapped his hands together, breaking the tension. âThen letâs get moving! The sooner weâre back, the sooner we can celebrate properly.â
The ride back to the civilization was filled with different vibes, it was quiet yet there was a profound peace within the group. This time, it was Jungkook who was driving while Taehyung was in the front seat with him. Seated next to you was Yoongi who was quietly contented in engulfing your hand in his, both your hands resting on his thighs. On your other side was Hoseok who was uncharacteristically quiet until he caught you looking at him.
âJ-Jin, this is a lot,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper as you took in the lavish spread laid out on the table. Plates piled high with vibrant dishes, each one more mouthwatering than the last, sparkled under the soft glow of the lights. It was hard to believe he had managed to prepare all this while looking like he just stepped off a magazine cover.
âI want to celebrate us,â Jin replied, his smile warm and genuine.
You blinked owlishly, caught off guard. Us? What did he mean by that?
âYou know, how weâŠsurvived this.â His eyes sparkled with sincerity, but confusion washed over you. You opened your mouth to ask him to elaborate, to clarify what âusâ really meant, when suddenly, Taehyung appeared beside you. He leaned in so close that his lips almost brushed your ear, his voice teasingly conspiratorial.
âHyung is so dramatic. He wants to do a big toast before drinking the cure.â
You missed the look the two men shared over your head when Jimin walked in and tugged you to sit next to him and Yoongi. âCome on, little one. Iâm starving.â
One by one, the four other men took their seats around the beautifully set table. Directly across from you was Taehyung who was watching you intently, and beside him were Hoseok and Jungkook. On the other end of the table was Namjoon, manspreading like a king sitting in his throne. Seokjin moved gracefully around the table, setting down seven glasses that glinted like jewels, each filled with the pink liquid of the cure slushing around with every step. Your breath caught slightly as he approached, and when he stopped behind you, leaning down close, a shiver ran through you.
âAnd of course, for the lady. Only the best of wines,â he whispered, his breath warm against your ear, leaving goosebumps in its wake. You turned slightly, catching a glimpse of his serious and dark expression before he straightened, and just like that, he transformed it into a sweet smile that lit up the room. You wondered if it was just the light playing tricks on you.
âHyung, ready for the toast?â Jungkook asked, his eyes on you even as he directed his question to Namjoon.
âI think it should be our little one that we ask,â Yoongi spoke for the first time that night, his tone unexpectedly serious. He turned to you, his eyes piercing through the moment, as if trying to read your thoughts. âAre you ready for what comes next?â
You felt a knot form in your stomach, a mixture of excitement and anxiety churning inside you. âAre you ready⊠for the rest of your life, love?â Taehyung voiced, his expression uncharacteristically solemn as he toyed with his glass, tracing the rim with his fingertip.
You blinked owlishly, wondering why there were too many questions from them as though they were asking something else. But they werenât, right? They werenât implying anything more, were they?
You wanted your old life back.
You wanted your freedom back.
With a steadying breath, you raised your glass of wine, a quiet resolve settling over you. âTo our freedom,â you declared, your voice clear despite the whirlwind of emotions.
Namjoon smirked, a fondness in his eyes as he confidently raised his glass in response. âTo you, little one.â
âTo us,â Seokjin added, his voice warm as he joined the toast, and one by one, the others followed suit.
You all drank to the last sip of your drinks, the sweet, fruity flavor of the wine lingering on your tongue. Seokjinâs gaze remained fixed on you, his watchful eyes never leaving your face as he set down his empty glass. There was an intensity in his stare, an unspoken question hanging in the air, as if he were waiting for something to unfold.
And he waited.
And waited.
Until it happened.
You felt the warmth of the wine spreading through your body, a comforting buzz that made everything feel lighter, more vibrant. But in the back of your mind, there was a nagging sensation, a whisper that something wasnât quite right. The room began to tilt slightly, chatter of the CEOs was fading into a soft murmur. âS-somethingâs not right,â you whispered, turning to your ever dependable Yoongi, the one who never put you down.
Your hand was clutching his sleeves, yet he paid you no mind. You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the liquid in you, and that nagging sensation began to twist in your gut. The wineâwas it the wine? The warmth, the lightness, the almost too comfortable feeling that was settling into your bonesâhad it been too easy? Too perfect?
âW- what was in t-that w-wine?â You asked shakily, barely a whisper, your eyes finding Seokjinâs apathetic ones.
He waited.
âSeokjinâŠâ you breathed out, your voice barely a whisper, as the fear settled in your chest like a stone.
He didnât answer. Instead, he simply stared at you, his expression unreadable as his fingers lightly drummed against the table, almost too casual, too relaxed.
The realization hit you like a gut punch: This wasnât a celebration. This was a trap.
Your vision blurred, and you struggled to focus, the faces of Jungkook, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Namjoon becoming indistinct. Slowly, your world faded to black.
The seven men watched you as Yoongi wrapped his arm around you, securing your head to his shoulder as though he didnât do anything.
âWhy⊠why would you do that, hyung?â Jungkook asked, his voice a mix of confusion and disbelief, eyes wide with shock as he processed the scene.
Yoongi remained focused on you, his other hand gently caressing your face, a gesture of comfort that felt surreal. It was Seokjin, however, who broke the silence, his voice calm and measured as he quietly sliced his food. âShe was going to leave us.â
Taehyungâs shock morphed into something deeper, worry etching lines on his forehead as he glanced between the two of them. âWe canât just keep her here!â
âShe belongs with us,â Seokjin replied softly, an edge of finality in his tone as he continued to slice his food, unbothered by the tension brewing around him.
âBut there is a cureââ Jungkook started, his voice rising in protest.
âThere is no cure, Jungkook,â Namjoon interjected smoothly, his form relaxed as he poured himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid swirling in the glass like a tempest. âThereâs no cure because we arenât sick.â
âThe hyungs are right, Kookie,â Jimin said, his expression softening as he held your hand close to his face, as if trying to draw strength from your presence. âWe just love her so much.â
âAnd now, sheâll love us too just as much,â Hoseok smirked, his gaze darting to the wine you had drunk.
A phone beeping continuously rose Seokjin from his slumber. His eyes fluttered open, and he looked down to find you snuggled peacefully in his arms, your face nestled against his chest. On your other side, Jimin had draped his leg over you, a content smile gracing his lips in his sleep. It was only four in the morning, yet the incessant beeping of your phone pierced the quiet.
You must have been too exhausted to not notice, he noted. Of course, why wouldnât you be when the seven men showed you just how much they loved you. And this time, you were only too enthusiastic to show them how much you adored them. With a sigh, he reached for your phone and opened your messages, curiosity piquing as he scrolled through the frantic texts.
You have to get out of there, Y/N. The effect of the love potion only lasts for 60 hours!
Y/N, honey, Iâm fucking serious. The potion wonât even be effective if they have no feelings for you.
These men are insane. They know you before this, Y/N. Youâre in danger there!
Where are you?
Seokjin scoffed, irritation bubbling up within him. He glanced down at your serene expression, blissfully unaware of the turmoil outside this moment. With a few quick taps, he deleted the messages, each one disappearing like smoke. You didnât need to know.
It didnât matter how you got here because you were here now.
And they would never, ever let you leave. As you nestled deeper into his side, he pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, determination flaring within him. They would make you see that this was where you belonged, that you were one of them now. There would be no turning back.
More so now that they had access to that love potion. With just a few drops, they could weave the very fabric of your feelings, ensuring you remained anchored to them. They tasted heaven with you. What fool would let that go?
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Severance - BTS OT7 CEO au Chapter 16
So did anybody guess what was on the news? I thought it was rather obvious (itâs getting harder and harder to find gifs I havenât used)
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âCare to explain this Y/n,â Junmyeon says, reaching for the remote and pressing play.
You feel your world freeze, the newscasters lips moving but the thumping in your ears drowns her out. Footage after footage of your dates, the three maknaes and you at the airport, date stamped proving you played hooky, there was nothing you could say to disprove the videos, not when in every single one they steal a kiss.
Your mouth opens but nothing comes out, not even a breath goes in, youâre stuck. You donât see anything but the screen where the secret you so desperately wanted to keep was aired out for the world to witness. You donât see Jongin desperately texting Jimin under the desk, what you do see is the channel cut to a newscaster introducing the last woman you ever expected to see, the shock filling your lungs with air so fast it makes you dizzy. Your eyes sting with tears as she starts talking, was this karma? Was this the universe telling you you made the wrong choice, that you should never have fallen for them, that you were too greedy for their love. Was this the price, the consequences?Â
âI think sheâs hyperventilating,â the voice sounds muffled, your ears feel like they're full of burning cotton but at least someone has the sense to turn the screen off. Baekhyun fills your vision instead, hands on your shoulders with worried eyes on your form.Â
âCars coming to pick her up, back entrance,â you recognise it's Jongin thatâs speaking but the wordâs go over your head.Â
Someone hands you a tissue but you donât register the gesture until you hear a sigh. Chanyeol gently wipes your tears away, the stern look on his face softening when you look up at him. The sound of the phone ringing sounds so distant, like it was at the end of the tunnel. Jongin answers it before handing it to Junmyeon.
âNamjoon,â he greets through the line, the sound of his tone cutting through the fog you were drowning in. Joonie, you wanted nothing more than to be buried in his arms away from all this, but he wasnât here. Whatever he was saying though the line made your current boss stare at you with an accusation that didnât budge.
âWe need to get her out without any more commotion,â he says to the others stiffly after he cuts the call.Â
âIâll sort out the employees,â Kyungsoo states walking out.Â
The silence that follows is palpable, the lead CEO breaks it with a sigh, and you know itâs due to the aftermath he would have to deal with because of your decisions. He moves to walk past you, but you grab his sleeve before he can. You try not to flinch under his stare, your hands trembling where they hold him.Â
âIâm so sorry,â you say as sincerely as you can through a hoarse whisper. He acknowledges your words with a nod before he leaves. Youâre quickly ushered to the corridor by the others, the sight of them shielding you like your own personal bodyguards would make you chuckle on any other day, but you were still shaking like a leaf.Â
All that work, all those years of making something of yourself, all the sacrifices and it came to this. Your life exposed to the world in a way that would cause it ruin. Your future at e.xo was done, no other company would ever employ you, you could never go back to work for bangtan. Everything was gone.Â
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âYeah weâre in the car, we got her out safe,â Seokjin says through the phone while Yoongi drives, his eyes glancing at you with worry.Â
A question Namjoon asks on the phone had Jin tensing, looking at you hesitantly. Is she okay?
âSheâs not saying anything, sheâs just shaking,â he sighs, he wanted to say more, how you were staring at the floor despondently, how when Jin tried to hold your hand to comfort you, you tensed and turned away.
The fear in their hearts that you regretted everything you had with them made Jin pull away, all he could do was be grateful they got to you before the media did, and in the tinted vehicle you were at least safe.Â
âItâs safe to go back to the mansion,â Jin tells Yoongi when he hangs up the call.
The drive is silent, they didnât know what to say, everytime they tried the words died before they could form. Security was back in full force at their estate, running out any media outlet that tried to sneak close, their lawyers were having a field day. Not to mention the commotion at the office as they walked out, the whispers conjugated together so loud, not even Namjoonâs glare could silence them.
The gates open to the estate, and Yoongi can hear his heartbeat thumping faster and faster in his ears, it felt like they were coming to an impasse and there was no going back. The car slows to a stop, and as he kills the engine all they can do is stare at you.
Move. You had to move.
You could hear a faint commotion outside, the three maknaes running towards the car but a stern look from Yoongi stopped them in their tracks. Worry, anticipation, anxiety, no one knew exactly what concoction of emotions paralysed them, what made them hesitate to reach out to you.
âKitten,â Yoongi starts softly, âyou need to talk to us.â
That made you move, the door opening without a word in return. Your legs work against you, feeling like lead on twigs, a second away from collapsing. You couldnât speak right now, your whole body felt empty and yet the weight of thoughts in your head made you need to bury it. You wanted your bed, you wanted to hide, and you wanted to be alone.Â
Yoongi shares a look with Jin, the hurt flashing between both of them at your rejection but they try not to take it to heart. You never wanted your relationship with them made public, not yet at least, you werenât ready for the backlash, but now the choice was taken from you in the most heinous way.Â
âNoona,â Jungkook calls for you gently, a sadness in his eyes at the way you were walking with your head hanging low. Jimin holds him back, understanding better than anyone how you were feeling. He used to do the same, when something went wrong, when he made a mistake, he cut himself off from everyone, it would be a mistake to approach you until you were ready, until the voices in your head either broke you or quietened down.Â
The steps to the front door took so much energy from you, you didnât think you had any left. You could feel them walking behind you at a distance, and yet it didnât feel far enough or close enough. Something inside of you was tearing its way out and you didnât know if you wanted to be embraced through it or to suffer it alone the way you had before so many times.Â
âY/n,â Namjoon didnât get the memo, he tries to embrace you but feels you stiffen against him, letting go immediately to look at your face with worry. âBaby girl, we'll fix this, okay? We-â
You push him away and he looks at you in shock, you didnât want to hear it right now, you were barely holding yourself together. Voices were pounding inside of your head, the same repeated phrases over and over about how all your work was ruined, it was all for nothing, all your dreams, all your efforts. You couldnât handle anything right now, you just needed your bed and to cry yourself to sleep alone.Â
âY/n talk to me,â Namjoon says sternly, brows knitted at the way you didnât even look at him.Â
He blocks your path when you try to walk past him, why didnât he understand what you needed right now? You hear him sigh, as if his patience with you was wearing thin.Â
âBaby girl, you always do this,â he says, holding onto your shoulders to ground you, to keep you from leaving him. âYou shut yourself down, you punish yourself, you push us away and then you break.â
âYou canât do that anymore sunshine,â Hoseok says standing beside you. âWeâre in a relationship, weâre in this together, your pain is our pain Y/n.â
They watch you shake your head, bowing your head down so low as they hear the telltale sniffle that turns into a violent sob. Namjoon is quick to catch you in his arms, hushing your softly, stroking your hair until you calmed. All the while guilt ate him up, this was his fault, he could see it in all of their eyes as they watched you fall apart.Â
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The house was solemn and quiet, you had retreated upstairs to your room, Jimin staying beside you while you slept.Â
âWe underestimated that bitch,â Yoongi breaks the silence with what they were all thinking. Theyâre all scattered around the living room, Jungkook sitting deep in thought on the headrest of the sofa, Yoongi on the seat beside him. Namjoon sat opposite them with Hoseok on the armrest, Jin pacing the room slowly while Taehyung sat on the floor with his face in his hands. The black face of the TV on the wall stared at them, taunting them with what it held inside. The face broadcasted alongside yours and theirs was one that they barely remembered, but she had the audacity to be interviewed by any news outlet desperate enough for a story. They didnât want to turn on the TV and see her face.Â
âShe signed an NDA,â Namjoon says, a headache forming, âwe didnât think she was going to be a problem.â
âThatâs where arrogance gets us,â Jin scoffs.
âFlower worked so hard for so long,â Taehyung says quietly, mourning for you. They all knew it better than anyone.Â
âWeâll fix this,â Namjoon states, he wouldnât rest until they did.Â
âNamjoon be real for a second,â Hoseok sighs, âwe might not be able to fix it.â
âNo company is going to take her without an agenda,â Jungkook pipes in stoically.
âOr without thinking sheâs a corporate spy,â Jin agrees.Â
âWe canât control everyone and everything,â Hoseok finishes, patting the lead CEO on the shoulder sympathetically.Â
âAnd we definitely canât ignore a problem away,â Yoongi scoffs, staring daggers into Namjoon.Â
âLetâs not start this now,â Jin warns, feeling Namjoonâs guilt from a mile away.
âWhat does he mean?â Jungkook asks, feeling confused.Â
âNamjoonâs been burning threats concerning us,â Yoongi continues accusatively.Â
âWe never opened those letters,â Namjoon argues back, âwe donât know what they contained.â
âWell we know now,â Yoongi says mockingly. He hated when you were upset, the feeling made his own claws unsheath, ready to tear into anyone who was held responsible.Â
âWe donât know the two things are connected,â Hoseok tries to defend their lead.Â
âDonât be stupid Hobi,â Yoongi seethes, âKittenâs whole career has gone down the drain because of us, what the fuck is she going to do if she finds out?â
âYou best hope she doesnât,â Taehyung snapped, his earlier melancholy now fueled by fear.Â
âWe canât keep this from her,â Hoseok shakes his head, disregarding the point.
âSheâll hate us,â Jungkook states, terrified it would manifest before his eyes soon.Â
âSheâll be angry at us,â Jin corrects him, âbut we have to tell her.â
âNot now, itâs too soon,â Namjoon says quickly, his own fear warping his judgement.
âYou shouldâve opened one fucking letter,â Yoongi canât let it go, all of this couldâve been avoided if it wasnât for Namjoonâs stupid stubbornness.Â
âWhat good is bringing that up now going to do?â Hoseok sighs again.Â
âWe donât know if itâs connected!â Namjoon yells exasperated. âWhat we do know is Shin Suran leaked the photos and the story, and she is going to fucking pay.â
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âSo youâre saying the CEOs fired you because you threatened to expose their relationship to HR?â Solar, the newscaster asks her aghast.Â
âHonestly, I didnât want to expose their⊠relationship,â she canât hide the disgust in her voice at the word, âbut I was concerned for Y/nâs wellbeing, I thought maybe they were holding her job over her head until I found out she was only entertaining them to climb the corporate ladder.â
Both anchors were shocked, the information sending them reeling.
âI mean what self respecting young woman would sell herself like that? Y/n was never a team player, or very good at her job but somehow she was always favoured by the CEOâs. It should have been obvious really.â
âWow, thatâs a lot of information to unpack Suran,â Solar says. âArenât you scared of the repercussions, these are the worldâs business leads youâre going up against.â
âI only want to convey the truth,â Suran lies through her teeth. âIt isnât fair that the women who have worked hard and devoted themselves to Bangtan corporations are not appreciated or given the opportunities they deserve.â
âBut Miss L/n left bangtan corporations,â the other anchor Hwasa finally speaks after having watched the little snake for so long. Something didnât sit right with her and this womanâs sickly sweet attitude, it stank of deceit and she wasnât blind to it.Â
âI have it on good information that she was sent to spy on the competition,â Suranâs eyes narrow, not liking her tone of voice.Â
âThatâs a wild allegation,â Hwasa replies, every bit the professional. âI hope you have the evidence to back it up.â
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âBangtan corporations are under serious investigation after allegations of corporate espionage came from their former employeeâŠâ
She smiles at the screen plating in front of her, the chaos unravelling in so many wonderful ways. The Sun was shining despite the winter air, how many interviews could she fit into one day? Many it seemed, and while the day was over there was always tomorrow to cause more havoc to your life. Now she would sit and bask in the TV light, watching all of her fire ignite.Â
She had only gotten cosy when the doorbell rang to her little flat, groaning as she went to the door to answer it.
âShin Suran?â
The three piece suit should give away something serious was in the brown paper envelope in his hands but she couldnât bring herself to show any respect to the figure. She sneered and rolled her eyes, this man mightâve looked intimidating but she was currently on a high from ruining your life, nothing was going to bring her power trip down.
âWi HaJoon,â he continues in the absence of a greeting, handing her the envelope. âYouâve been served.â
âWhat?â That elicits a reaction out of her, for some reason she didnât even contemplate there would be consequences for her actions, deluded into thinking she was untouchable.
âYouâre being sued for stalking, defamation and breaking the nondisclosure agreement you signed.â
That wasnât part of her plan, her jaw drops to the ground and she realises maybe she played her cards all wrong. In the violent web of wanting to destroy your life she didnât realise all her defences were gone. Maybe he was right after all.
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When you wake up, the sun begins to set and Jiminâs warmth engulfs you. The feeling is comforting but fleeting, unfortunately real life problems donât fade just because youâre in his arms. You wanted to bury yourself in his hold, have him take everything away until you were ready to deal with it. Jungkookâs favourite grey sweatshirt swallows you whole, his smell calming your senses, you try to focus on it when your mind tries to swim through the thoughts that wanted you to drown.Â
The door creaks open, two figures cautiously peaking in whispering to themselves. When Tae notices youâre awake he takes a seat beside you, caressing your cheek in his palm gently, his thumb soothing your skin. His eyes are downtrodden.
Jungkook kneels on the floor next to you, taking your hand in his and covering it with hard kisses, resting his cheek where they intertwined.
You try to get up but Jimin beside you grumbles in discontent, shuffling closer mumbling something under his breath without opening his eyes. A chaste kiss to your shoulder where the fabric hangs off your skin, lets you know heâs awake but refusing to let you go. The gesture brings a small but genuine smile to your face, one that turns into confusion as the commotion downstairs gets louder.
The younger two give each other knowing glances, one you donât miss.
âWhatâs going on?â You ask, voice still hoarse from crying.
The hesitation in both of them fills you with dread. Did something else happen?Â
âTheyâre just trying to sort things out bunny,â Jungkook tries to reassure you, âitâs nothing to worry about.â
Despite Taehyung not wanting you to find out, something sickened him at the idea of keeping secrets from you. He knew how the truth always found its way out, and he knew if you didnât hear it from them, it would have worse repercussions.Â
âTae?â you could see a storm in his eyes, a battle between the loyalty to the others and his love for you.Â
âThe hyungsâŠâ he hesitates, Jimin now fully awake and sitting up at his deep uncertain tone.Â
Jungkook looks at him imploring him not to say it yet, it was going to be too much to deal with so soon after this morning. You grab Jiminâs arm, pulling yourself up closer to Taehyung who now avoided your gaze.
âGuys whatâs going on?â
âIâve been here with you,â Jimin mumbles half asleep, his hair a soft mess on his head.Â
âKookie?â you turn to the youngest who bites his lips nervously, doe eyes begging you not to ask him.Â
âYouâre worrying me,â your nerves were shot, the trauma from this morning making you beyond paranoid. What could be worse than this morning, what werenât they telling you.Â
âJimin, Jungkook and I didnât know,â Taehyung starts slowly, not wanting to put his hyungâs under the bus but he wasnât going to let them shoulder the blame when they were innocent. Plus when this was over he had a feeling you would ostracise the older four for a while, he couldnât handle being a part of that.Â
âDidnât know what?â you ask tentatively, urging him to continue.
âI still donât know,â Jimin grumbles, getting annoyed with the suspense.Â
âNamjoon Hyung has been getting letters,â Jungkook says when Taehyung pauses for too long. He sighs, cursing the hyungâs for keeping this from you when he knew the betrayal would crush you.Â
âWhat letters?âÂ
Something ticks in Jiminâs brain, his sleep filled eyes going wide with realisation. The other day in the office, when the hyungâs went solemn, it was to do with that?
âWe thinkâŠâ Taehyung tries not to stumble over his words, âthey were threats, about you or us, but we donât know becauseâŠâ
Threats? Youâre sent reeling, did Namjoon know this was coming? And he did nothing to warn you, or confide in you?
âBecause what?â you breathe, your voice heavy, eyes watering as your thoughts ran away from you. Jimin places an arm around your shoulders, trying to soothe you.
âHe burned the letters before he opened them,â Jungkook finishes, feeling a deep rooted shame for his favourite hyung, and for selling him out.Â
âAngelâŠâ
Jimin calls after you as you throw the covers off of you, storming downstairs to confront the men hiding things from you.Â
âSunshine-â
âYouâve been getting threats and you didnât tell me?âÂ
They startle at your accusation, as right as it was, the four of them confounded until the younger three stumble in behind you. All four hyungs glance at them disgruntled and disappointed, this was not the way to handle things, the thought was hypocritical but justified in their minds.Â
âYou didnât tell me?â Your teary eyes pierce Yoongi with so much sadness, of all of them you never expected him to keep it from you, and for some reason it stung the worst.
âKitten,â he tries reaching out to you, a vulnerable edge to his voice. He would let you scratch and claw at him until you were satisfied, anything to keep you from looking at him like that again.Â
âBabygirl itâs my fault,â Namjoon sighs, taking the edge of his hyung and shouldering all the blame. âI told them not to.â
You turn back to him with anger in your eyes.
âNamjoon youâre the lead at work but that doesnât make you the lead in this relationship,â you snap. âYou had no right to keep this from me!â
âI know,â he says, his voice small.
âHow long have you been getting these letters?â You ask and he hangs his head in shame.Â
âMonthsâŠâ he replies, âsince you left the company.â
You stare at him appalled and it wounds him.
âYou have the gall to tell me how to behave in this relationship Kim Namjoon,â Your voice is strained through the onslaught of angry tears. âAnd you keep this from me?â
âI didnât know what the letters said,â he says as an excuse, and he knows itâs a feeble one.Â
You shake your head in disbelief.
âI thought you of all people would get it Joonie,â the way your voice breaks cuts through him with shame. âYou built everything from the ground up, I admired you long before I loved you. So how the hell could you play with my future like this?â
âBaby girl that was never my intention,â he begs you to understand him now, that he didnât behave nonchalant with a potential threat, he thought he was doing what was best.Â
âIt doesnât matter what your intention was! There was a clear right and wrong, and you know it.â
He bows his head again, you were right, he disrespected you when he didnât discuss the letters with you, you shouldâve made the decision together as to what to do with them. But in his heart he thought he was protecting you, protecting your peace and happiness, but all of that was a bubble set to burst.
âWe donât know that itâs connected beautiful,â Jin steps in between you, speaking as softly as he can knowing you were full of rage and sorrow, but he watched Namjoon take the blow and needed to shield him a little.Â
âWe donât know that itâs not,â you argued back. âWe have no way of knowing, because instead of talking to me about something unpleasant, you guys decided to bury it.â
âSunshine, I get that youâre upset-â Hoseok tries but the look of incredulous shock shuts him up.
âUpset?â you repeat, the strain in your voice carrying tears. âEverything I worked for, all my dreams, are gone.âÂ
It was a struggle to get out every word, having to take a breath between each one, but you were determined to.Â
âNo company is going to employ me, even if they do Iâll be subjugated to whispers and isolation and we know how that worked out last time.â
You sniffle, wiping your nose and tears with your sleeve. You wanted to appear strong but you were breaking down, didnât they understand what they had done? Didnât they care? Or were they so comfortable in their gold seats so far above you they forgot about their struggles on the way there?
âI didnât join your company to seduce you, I wanted to work hard and make something of myself, maybe start my own company one day, but all of that is gone.â
âKitten,â Yoongi dares himself to try again, to console you even if you pushed him away. He walks over to you, remembering all the times you seeked him out for comfort. It used to confound the others, how Mr Stoic Stone was the one that you reached for, and even though it was unusual for him to step into those shoes, with you it came so naturally. He wanted to be the one you searched for when you needed soothing, he never wanted to lose that connection he built with you, ever. He knew it was a privilege, one he never took for granted.
He hates the way you look at him now, it breaks his heart, those watering eyes showing how truly hurt you were while you tried to control the trembling of your bottom lip, tried to look strong in front of him.Â
âWhatever you think is gone, we can rebuild,â he takes your face in his hands, kissing the top of your head softly before looking into your eyes. âI am so sorry for not telling you, but I promise you whatever dreams you had will come true. It's just going to suck for a while and thatâs our fault.âÂ
âWe know better than anyone how hard you work sunshine,â Hoseok smiles at you sadly, regretting not telling you.Â
âIf you want a company babygirl, weâll get you a company,â Namjoonâs own voice thick with remorse. âWhatever you want.â
âThereâs enough space in the office for another desk,â Jimin tries to lighten the mood with a teasing lilt to his voice, but heâs not joking at all. âNo one would dare to whisper about our angel CEO.â
You shake your head, removing Yoongiâs hold on you. They didnât get it. Youâve worked for everything you had, it was how you had always been. You didnât want to be handed a title you didnât earn, or have your powerful boyfriends buy positions for you.Â
âWhy would that be such a bad idea, beautiful?â Jin asks softly. âYouâre more than capable.â
âI donât need anyone thinking I slept my way to the top,â you scoff.Â
âWho cares what other people think, Kitten?â Yoongi sighs. âNo one can deny you deserve a CEO position.â
You shake your head again, breathes of humourless laughter escaping your lips. They really didnât get it. It was so easy to say that when you were untouchable to peopleâs words.Â
âYou guys made the decision by yourselves to keep this from me,â you state, not looking at them but to the ground. âMy career has nothing to do with you, whatever happens next is my choice.â
âKitten-â
âYou donât have the right Yoongi,â you try to keep the anger out of your voice. âNone of you do right now. I need to figure this out alone.â
âAre you breaking up with us?â Jungkook asks in a panic, not moving from the doorway, he would block your exit, he would fall to his knees and beg you to stay.Â
âNo,â you reassure him with a syllable. âI love you, I always will, Iâm just angry right now.â
âAnd you have every right to be,â Namjoon agrees solemnly.Â
âI just have one last thing on my mind,â you frown, an obvious question was left unanswered.Â
You face Namjoon, knowing he would hold the answer.
âYou destroyed the letters before opening them,â itâs not a question but it sounds like one.Â
He nods, wondering where you were going with this.Â
âSo how did you know they were threats?â
He hesitates, trying to build up the courage to tell you how he knew exactly who they were from.Â
âThe return address,â Jin answers for him. âIt was from the penitentiary.â
The realisation hits you, and for some reason it makes the whole situation so much worse. The accusation in your eyes returns as you gaze at Namjoon. He knew exactly what he was dealing with when he got rid of those letters, and looking at you now he knew he would have to beg for your forgiveness.Â
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Bonus scene flashback:
Dear Kim Namjoon,
You havenât responded to the last 6 letters I have sent, so either youâre not taking me seriously, or you havenât read a single one. Both choices are not in anyoneâs best interest, I donât think you realise the situation youâve put me in, I have nothing to lose.Â
The deadline is approaching for you to transfer the funds and secure my release. I am not spending years in jail because of your jealousy. Enclosed are copies of the images I will release to the media, I bet youâre wondering how I was able to get these when you locked me away.Â
It seems Iâm not the only one you thought you could cross and toss away. For your sake, I hope you make the right choice.
I look forward to hearing from you,
Alexander Pettyfer
âThey havenât responded to a single one of your stupid letters, what makes you think they will now?â Suran scoffs at the news that he sent another.Â
âJust be patient,â he replies, the usually clean cut male looking rugged and rough. âWe need something out of this other than just ruining their lives.â
âLook, the images I got are proof enough about what that whore is doing, I say we release them.â
âNot yet!â The rise in his voice gets the guards attention, and he takes a deep breath to calm down. Stupid woman didnât know when to listen, it was unfortunate that he had to use her, although he should count his blessings the day she came and visited for the first time with an idea to take the CEOs down.Â
#bts au#bts fanfic#bts x reader#bts angst#bts ceo!au#ceo bts#bts ceo au#bts ot7 x reader#bts ot7 au#namjoon x reader#seokjin x reader#jin x you#hoseok x reader#hobi x reader#jimin x you#taehyung x reader#jungkook x reader#bts fluff#bts scenario#bts writing#bts series
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PICTURE PERFECT ââ bts.
SUMMARY: a look into your family dynamic
PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader
WARNING(S): just a small talk about birth
NOTE: im back againnn đ again, this is a drabble of my combined beings series (which you can in my masterlist hehe) but it can be read as a standalone donât worry!
âHmm, I have a question.â
âY-yes sir.
Namjoon looked up from his notes to look at the worker presenting their ideas for the new project coming up. The poor worker was close to shaking out of nerves once their eyes met Namjoonâs serious ones, with the others on each side staring them down, too. They gulped.
âWhatââ
âSir.â
Namjoon huffed and ignored his assistant that had barged into the meeting room with an overly excited expression. He waved him off.
âThe productââ
âSir.â
âWhat?â Namjoon snapped, now setting his glare on the man by the door. âIâm in a meeting.â
âItâs your wife,â the assistant said, hoping it would ease the tension in the room at the mention of you. It wasnât any help, though, because every worker there knew how important you were to them so if it were bad news, everyone there would be fired on the spot. âSheâs at the hospital.â
âThe baby?â Jimin asked, already standing up.
The assistant nodded. âHer water broke. Said, and I quote, to get your asses there.â
Jungkook wouldâve laughed at your words if it werenât for the fact you were going to give birth. So, he and the others dismissed the meeting almost immediately, ignoring the way some workers shoulders slumped with relief at the fact they wouldnât be in a room with their bosses giving them such intimidating looks.
âDid they check her in with the best room?â Namjoon asked, grabbing his phone to call those who knew you. He glanced at his assistant next to him while he heard the call ring.
His assistant nodded. âYes, her bodyguards are just waiting for you and are making sure the doctors and nurses take care of her.â
âSend an email to everyone that they can go home early,â Jimin spoke up, buttoning up his blazer to speed walk beside the other 6 who were basically running to get to the car. âAlso, add in that thereâs going to be 2 weeks where we wonât meet up in person. Weâre going to be home to take care of our wife, everything will be online and work will be emailed.â
âYes, sir.â
A car was already awaiting the 7 by the front of the building, which was why there were some reporters already by the front. It was very uncommon for them to be in such hurry, so while the workers were talking about it online, reporters heard and were already there to record everythingâmuch to Jungkookâs surprise.
âAre they just waiting in their cars?â Jungkook breathed out, slamming the door shut, eyeing the small little circle of people. âItâs literally been, like, 5 minutes.â
âMake sure to have the others in the hospital stop anyone from trespassing,â Namjoon instructed. He leaned back with a leg of his going up and down, waiting for Ari pick up. He sighed in relief at hearing her answer. âHey, howâs she doing?â
Ari, your best friend and the person who was going to be hanging out with you, winced at hearing your pained grunts. âSheâs in pain right now, but she wants you guys here. Sheâs still not dilated enough so you have time.â
âCan she talk?â
âLet me ask.â Ari turned to face you. âHey, hon, Namjoonâs asking if you want to talk. Theyâre on their way.â
You nodded and inhaled, making a hand gesture for her to pass you the phone. She did so and held your hand while you talked to your husband. âHello?â
âHey, sweetheart,â Namjoon softly spoke to you like he always did. It was very shocking to see this big man with a stoic expression and a rough voice transform into a big softy when it came to you. âWeâre already on our way.â
âPlease hurry,â you winced out. âBaby is really desperate to meet you guys.â
âI know, baby, and youâre doing so great,â Namjoon continued to praise you. âSo, so great, okay? Iâm so proud of you and weâre all proud of you.â
âThank you.â
âOkay, weâre here. Weâll see you. I love you.â
âI love you.â
Running into the building, the staff there all became panicked at seeing the 7 men everyone there knew of. They knew them as something else considering the fact they were in charge of the territory the hospital was in.
âOur wife, Y/n L/n is supposed to be here. Where is she?â
âSheâsââ
âGet the hell out of here,â Taehyung turned his head at hearing a slight deep voice yell back. He squinted his eyes, looking around, before coming to find a bodyguard of theirs pushing away a man and a woman. âHave some respect.â
âWe want to get an exclusive interview with her before the baby comes,â the woman scoffed out, swatting away the bodyguardâs hands. âIt is confirmed, though, that she is in labor.â
At feeling agitated, the bodyguard pinched the bridge of his nose before making eye contact with Taehyungâs burning stare while the others went to your room not so far from the chaos.
âBoss,â the bodyguard bowed his head, mentally feeling relief at knowing he wouldnât have to deal with the two. âThese two idiots told the doctors they were family. When they were denied, they tried sneaking into the missusâ room. Me and some others were by the door so we got them before they could interrupt her.â
Taehyung stepped closer, glaring down the two people in front of him who looked into his eyes with such horror.
âMy wife is in labor and the first thing you think of is interviewing her?â Taehyung questioned in a low voice, getting closer to their faces. He scoffed. âIs that how boring your life is? Do you have nothing better to do? Get the hell out of my face. You are never to get close to my wife and child ever again.â
He didnât have to look at his guard to let them know to kick them out. He hurried to the room where you were at and went to sit next to you.
âYouâre doing such a good job, pretty. Such a good job.â
âThank you, Tae.â
âI want the best for her, you hear me?â Namjoon mumbled out loud to the doctor as the two came into the room.
The doctor nodded, not phased by the seriousness in Namjoonâs voice. She was used to his comments and even threats once it came to your safety, so she just got used to it. After all, the money she got was crazy, too.
âHi, Y/n,â she smiled at you. âAre you ready?â
âNoâŠâ
âYouâll do good!â
âWe told you to money isnât an issue here. You donât need to work. We told you this when you wanted to work remotely.â
Namjoon said as he looked at you with your 2-year-old son, Jaehyung, in his arms. The boy was growing more and more that Namjoon had to hold him up with two of his arms.
âI feel holed up in this place sometimes,â you groaned out before looking at him. âI am not opposed to staying home, though, so if I donât like working in person, then Iâll stay home to take care of our pretty baby and continue doing work online.â
You cooed at your son with a bright smile. Your smile widened as you heard his giggles because, very much like his dads, he loved having your attention on him. It didnât help he received their protectiveness and glared at people who even glanced at you rather comically. It was funny every single time, you couldnât help but laugh when you caught his little scrunched nose and frown.
âYeah, maybe you can stay home while we get you pregnant and hope for a girl this time,â Jimin commented as he passed by, a small smirk plastered on his lips.
You scoffed.
âHeâs kidding, pretty girl,â Taehyung murmured from behind you, kissing your neck. âWhenever youâre ready.â
âBefore you 7 try to get on my pants,â you started, backing away from Taehyung towards the front door, âI am leaving.â
âYour guards are coming with you!â Namjoon yelled before you closed the door. âWe have new workers and they donât know who you are.â
âOkay, okay, bye, I love you!â
You threw them a kiss behind you, waving at your baby one more last time, and closed the door.
As soon as the door closed, your babyâs smile was wiped away, almost like he knew you were leaving him for hours. He loved his dads, yes, but they could never compare to you since you carried him for 9 months, birthed him, fed him, and took care of him almost every day for majority of the day until all 7 men came back from work and he was carried in their arms.
âNamjoon, he looks like heâs going to cry,â Jungkook muttered as he came into the room. He frowned at seeing his babyâs face. âOh, my sweet boy, whatâs wrong huh?â
He grabbed Jaehyun and mimicked the same pout the kid had on his face.
With teary-eyed eyes, Jaehyun gestured to the door. âMama leaveâŠâ
âMy heart,â Jungkook started as he looked at his son, eyeing the mole by his nose to his flushed cheeks, âMama is coming home soon, okay?â
As if understanding him, Jaehyun sucked in his bottom lip. It began to quiver and his little hands formed into fists.
âUh-oh,â Jimin simply said, knowing those actions too well.
Jaehyun began sobbing and crying so loud it echoed in the room. The maids who were in the same room as them jumped, clearly startled by the sudden high pitched noise.
âOh, no, no, baby,â Jungkook softly gasped. He placed his sonâs head back to his chest, moving him. âSh, sh, sh. Mama will come home soon, right?â
Jungkookâs eyes met Jimin, Namjoon, and Taehyungâs own for help. He was used to the tantrums, whatever. After all, Jaehyun was going through his terrible twoâs, and he was a runner. He loved running and because of that, he usually ends up falling. It causes a lot of crying.
âYou want ice cream, Jae?â Namjoon asked, leaning down to the boyâs eyesight. At the mention of ice cream, Jaehyun slowly nodded, a âyes, pleaseâ coming out of his mouth. âGood boy. Come on, weâll walk to the kitchen and we can even put sprinkles and whipped cream okay?â
Jungkook placed Jaehyun back on the floor, fixing his little shirt, and let Namjoon grab his hand to lead him towards the kitchen.
Jaehyun waved at some maids and guards as Namjoon opened the kitchen door, and Namjoon couldnât help but smile once the workers would coo at how nice and cute he was.
The personal chef was in the kitchen cooking up some food when he noticed Namjoon. He bowed his head.
âSir.â He looked down and saw Jaehyun. He smiled and bowed his head again. âSir.â
âMe Jae,â Jaehyun said, pointing to himself. Namjoon chuckled and helped him get on the chair on the kitchen island.
âSorry,â the chef chuckled before bowing his head again. âJae.â
âHe would like some ice cream,â Namjoon said, sitting down next to Jaehyun on the chair next to him. âWhat do you say, Jae?â
Jaehyun blinked. âYou!â
Namjoon chuckled and shook his head. âNo, what do you say when you want something, bud?â More blinks. He couldnât help but let out a small snort. âJust give us some chocolate ice cream with whipped cream and sprinkles. Iâm trying to make him feel better because Y/n went to work today.â
âOh, that explains the tears,â the chef commented before he quickly served the 2-year-old his dessert. âHere you go, bud. Your mom will come home.â
Jae sniffed and nodded, grabbing his bowl of ice cream. He licked the whipped cream and sprinkles off first before his spoon swirled the ice cream around until it turned to liquid.
The chef looked at him with confusion.
âDonât question it,â Namjoon sighed. He propped his chin in the palm of his hand, staring down at his child. He could see whose kid it was and it was beautiful. âIf you behave, maybe weâll visit Mom at work.â
âWe can go?â Jae asked.
Namjoon was happy to know that in a few years, he could actually converse with them in full sentences without getting distracted. He was so smart already he could form well sentences but, he was still a child.
Namjoon nodded. âIâll text her, okay? If she says no, weâll bake her some cookies for when she comes home. If she says yes, then weâll go, okay?â
Jae enthusiastically nodded.
Namjoon could only stare. This was really your guysâ child, and you guys were raising him so well that Namjoon was proud when the 2-year-old wiped his mouth away with a napkin. He was mimicking your actions.
He was close to clutching his heart.
Through the fondness he felt for your baby, Namjoon texted you 3 hours later to let you get used to your surroundings again.
husband (joon) đ: howâs work?
pretty wife â€ïž: honey i wanna leave, the amount of stares i have gotten omg and yeah ari and eunji make it great
pretty wife â€ïž: but i miss jaehyun âčïž
pretty wife â€ïž: i miss my babyyyy (and you guys)
husband (joon) đ: you want us to visit you? weâll go home shortly after
pretty wife â€ïž: pls đ«¶đŒ i loved working and i still love my job, but it feels wrong coming back like nothing when my job position could go to someone else and idkkk i love being able to work from home, just not in person
husband (joon) đ: then weâll keep things the way they are pretty <33 weâre on our way
You smile at Namjoonâs message. Your online job wasnât the one you had in person, it was more of making sure the money of products was either increasing and decreasing and coming up with plans. It was something youâd like to do while staying at home, being a mom, and being completely spoiled by 7 men who loved you wholeheartedly.
You also couldnât help but feel like an outcast. No one on the floor knew who you were. Eunji and Ari, your best friends, knew and of course, they were excited to see you once they came to find you sitting on the seat that has been empty since you left but, other than that, no one knew who you were. It was nice at firstânobody knowing who you were married toâuntil the usual small snide comments started. They all assumed you slept with someone to get the job so easily and they assumed the worst because it was hard getting a job there. If only they knew.
âMr. Kim.â
You perked up at the choruses that came from everyone. The person beside you (that wasnât Ari), softly nudged you to bow your head. You stayed put.
You smiled as Namjoon, next to all of the boys, was holding your sonâs hand tightly, knowing that if he spotted you, he would run off almost immediately.
You packed your things and stood up, looking down at Ari, who was on your left side. âIâm leaving.â
âAw,â she pouted as she knew what you meant. âIâll come visit you with Eunji tomorrow once we get out of work.â
You nodded. âTell Eunji Iâll text her. I feel bad leaving without saying goodbye.â
âShe has a meeting itâs not your fault,â Ari said with a chuckle before standing up with you and heading towards the boys.
Everyone looked at you two with confusion, not knowing why youâd even have the confidence, much the balls, to head to them. All 7 men were so scary and intimidating. Though theyâre not intimidating and scary as they used to be before they met you, they were still scary.
âMama!â Jae exclaimed once he saw you. He ran over to you, hugging your legs. âI miss you.â
âAw, and I missed you, my sweet boy,â you pout down at him before carrying him. He nuzzled his cheek against yours, holding the other cheek with his small hand.
He glanced at Ari.
âHi, Aunâ Ari.â
âHi, honey,â she said with a tilt of her head to look at him. She wiggled her fingers as a wave, smiling as he waved back, mimicking her. She turned to look at your 7 husbands. âHere to steal my wife?â
Jungkook gave her a hardened look. âDonât even start, Ari. Our marriage with her is on paper. Yours is in your head.â
âWhatever.â
You smile as Yoongi leads you towards the elevator while Jae waves âgoodbyeâ to Ari and any worker he made eye contact with.
The workers, having been watching your every move, were shocked to see the 7 men and their bodyguards surround you and the kid, almost as if they were guarding you from any potential threats. Even your baby for Godâs sake was looking around, mimicking his dadâs.
Oh, shit, they all realized simultaneously. Youâre the wife everyone knew of and heard of.
âGood day, Mama?â Jaehyun asked.
You looked at your baby and then at the others who raised their eyebrows in question. They wanted to know, too. You immediately smiled because you knew if they found out half of them were making up rumors or assumptions, theyâd all be gone by tomorrow either fired or dead. Never in between.
âVery good day,â you easily lied through your teeth.
Believing you, Jaehyun smiled, going back to placing his head on your neck. Though, he perked up when a bodyguard placed his hand on the arm you had around his back.
âHey, âeave her,â Jae said with a frown, slapping the guardâs hand away. âDaddy, kill him.â
You softly gasped at his words and looked at your husbands.
âIâm sorry,â you looked at the bodyguard. You turned to eye your son. âWho taught you that, huh?â
âDaddies.â
âHeâs lying!â
âHeâs a snitch, oh my, GodâŠâ
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it never occurred to you that your boss is terrifying.
sure, youâre well aware of his mood swings and the endless gossip that circulates around the company, but it never feels personal to you. to be fair... youâre never the target of his outbursts.
in truth, you donât work closely enough with him to get caught in the crossfire. but if you ever do slip, you know itâll be brutal.
you arenât unnoticeable to him either.
jung hoseok, your cold-hearted, demon-like boss, hasnât given you a reason to be scared yet. you learned quickly how to navigate him after only a few months at the company. to avoid him on tuesdays because, for some reason, heâs especially grumpy. no clue why, but he just is. maybe itâs because itâs too early for dinner and too late for lunch, or maybe he just hates feeling stuck. either way, you know his habits and manage to stay in his good graces.
as the head designer of his fatherâs company, hoseokâs creativity has to flow constantly. his father never steps foot in the office, but his presence is still felt through the intense pressure hoseok places on himself. despite his infamous temperament, no one can say jung hoseok doesnât meet expectations. in fact, he exceeds them every time, thanks to his relentless work ethic.
the devil works hard, but jung hoseok works harder.
âthat will be all for today. youâre all dismissed.â
everyone starts gathering their belongings. just as you and your team head for the door, hoseok calls out, âoh... expect for ___ and kim taehyung. please stay behind for a moment.â
taehyung, your assistant, shoots you a look.
you furrow your brows in confusion. once everyone else leaves, you both stand in front of hoseokâs desk.
âiâm thinking of opening up an internship program here. what do you think?â hoseok asks.
you nod. âit sounds like a great opportunity for those who aspire to be part of the fashion industry. especially with jung co., iâm sure weâll have a lot of applicants.â
âexactly my thoughts, ___,â hoseok replies, smiling slightly. âwhich is why i like you.â
taehyung huffs, and you roll your eyes before saying, âthank you, mr. jung.â
âhereâs the thing,â hoseok continues, âi trust you, ___. as head of hr, youâll be in charge of filtering the applicantsâportfolio reviews, phone interviews, and in-person interviews. taehyung can assist you, but iâm requiring you to take the lead on this.â
âno problem at all,â you assure him. âwhen do you want us to start?â
hoseok chuckles. ânow. iâve already had my secretary draft some advertisements and an application page. finalize them and get them live by nine tonight.â
âtonight?â taehyung blurts out, âbut itâs my girlfriendâs birthday, and ___ was supposed to comeââ
âno invite?â hoseok teases.
taehyung almost chokes.
hoseok holds his stare before finally blinking. âtonight. before nine,â he repeats. âregards to the celebrant.â and with that, he excuses himself, leaving you and taehyung stunned.
âtonight?â taehyung panics. âis he serious? his secretaries are always unprepared! whatever draft we get is probably just a blank page. iâm doomed. jennie's going to kill me.â
âshe won't,â you tell him, sighing. âiâll take care of it. go to her birthday. consider it my birthday gift to her.â
âreally?â taehyung looks at you with wide eyes. âyou sure?â
âyes. boyfriends should be there for their girlfriends birthday.â
taehyung doesnât need to be told twice. âyouâre the best, ___. i owe you big time.â
at 4 pm, taehyung bolts out the door.
by 8:49 pm, the office is mostly empty. only a few colleagues remain in a meeting room, and the custodian walks down the hall, pushing a cart. outside, the sky is dark and cloudy. rain looks like itâs about to fall any minute now.
âtaehyung really left you?â hoseokâs voice suddenly cuts through the quiet as he steps into your small glass office.
you shrug, giving him a tight-lipped smile. âbirthdays are special, mr. jung.â
âyou know what else is special?â he asks, leaning against the doorframe.
âwhat?â
âhiring interns.â
you roll your eyes, and hoseok chuckles at your reaction.
âiâm almost done,â you tell him, finishing up the last few details on the application page. âiâll send it to you in a minute.â
âhow are you getting home, ___?â hoseok asks after a brief pause.
âiâll take the bus,â you reply, still focused on your screen. âi was supposed to go to the birthday party, but iâm tired now.â
âitâs raining,â he points out. âdo you have an umbrella?â
âthe bus stop has a cover,â you say casually, not looking up.
âi could drive you home,â hoseok offers. âi feel bad that youâre here all alone. i thought you knew i was kidding earlier.â
âjokes usually start with âknock knock,ââ you tease, finally glancing at him. âand they donât usually come from scary bosses.â
âyou think iâm scary?â
âsee,â you smile, ânow youâre funny.â
he gives a soft laugh, shaking his head. âyouâre something else.â
just then, his phone buzzes. hoseok glances at it before pushing himself off the doorframe. âi have to go. i have dinner plans with my girlfriend.â
you raise an eyebrow, trying to hide the surprise in your voice. âgirlfriend?â
he smirks, walking over to your desk and leaning down slightly. âyeah, sheâs been waiting on me all day. good thing sheâs too busy saving my ass at work to notice.â
it takes you a second, but when it hits, you roll your eyes.
âoh, shut up.â
he laughs, his smirk growing wider. âcome on, iâll drive you home. wouldnât want my girlfriend to be mad at me twice today.â
as he reaches for your bag, he leans in and kisses you softly. the surprise catches you off guard. with a playful grin, he takes your bag and wraps his arm around your waist as you both walk out of the office.
âyou know,â you start, half-jokingly scolding him, âyou really should have thought twice about all the work you dumped on me tonight.â
âwhat can i say?â he replies, chuckling. âiâm a mean boss but a great boyfriend.â
"dump more work on me and i'll dump you."
hoseok tightens his lips and sighs. "no, don't do that... i'm sorry, babe. i'll be nicer the next time i ask you to do your job."
with that, you hit his chest. he laughs and pulls you close. together, you two make your way to his car where he opens the door and drives you home.
hoseok stays the night, over the moon to wake up and spend a lazy saturday with you.
come monday, he surprises you with a team of interns you have interview.
hoseok [12:09pm]: i'm sorry babe hoseok [12:09pm]: my dad approved them all for an int,, i couldn't do shit abt it hoseok [12:11pm]: pls don't dump me hoseok [12:15pm]: i'm ordering ur fave lunch oc [12:17pm]: i'm dumping u after i clock out tn hoseok [12:19pm]: pls babe. no thank u :(
#bts fic#hoseok scenario#hobi fic#hobi imagine#hosoek boyfriend#bts jhope boyfriend au#bts scenario#hoseok ceo#hobi x yn#hobi x oc#bts fluff#hobi fluff#hobi relationship au#bts secret dating#bts ceo au
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Burning Love (02)- exclusive sneak peak
Summary: Jungkook was your first love, your high school sweetheart, whom you continued to date throughout college, well maybe not throughout college. Three months before finishing college, he decides it wasnât worth it. Six years later, youâre far away from South Korea, working for a small company. What are the chances that the big multinational company that ends up buying the company youâre currently working for is owned by none other than Jeon Jungkook?
Fine Line (02) (exclusive)
Summary: You hate Jungkook. Jungkook hates you. Itâs simple. Until it isnât. Read part one here.
Deep Learning (JJK) (exclusive)
Summary: Getting tutored by the school nerd sounds boring. Well that is, until you, tease him.
EARLY ACCESS
Hello, Love! (3.5)
Summary: You had a plan when you returned home, seven years later. However, falling in love with your sisterâs fiance wasnât it.
All that Sparkles (KTH)- early access; to be available on patreon by the end of September
Summary: you are now married to Kim Taehyung; the ever charming, dashing, smart and rich CEO of Divine Diamonds. He's sweet and polite, unlike anything you'd ever expect from someone who was born with a silver spoon in their mouth. Only problem; you don't feel a connection. Your marriage feels dull. However, the day you bring him home for a family dinner with your parents, things chnage.
(I'm only mentioning the stuff that I have planned so far; i.e for the month of September.)
#jungkook x reader#jungkook angst#jungkook fluff#jungkook smut#jungkook scenarios#jungkook au#BTS fic#taehyung fluff#taehyung scenarios#Taehyung reaction#Taehyung angst#Ceo Jungkook#Ceo Taehyung#Taehyung smut#Namjoon smut#Jin smut#Jin angst#Jin fluff#Yoongi angst#Yoongi fluff#Yoongi au#Yoongi smut#min yoongi x reader#bts x reader#bts smut#yoongi x reader#Ceo Yoongi#Hoseok angst#Hoseok fluff#Hoseok smut
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m.list ; Reading list.
Updated. Jan 22, 2024.
Note : I read k-pop idols x reader/ orginal female character fics, so this list is organized keeping that in mind, I do not personally have any issues with other genders, this is just my preference. Thankyou. If you hate unnecessarily, sincerely, no fucks will be given.
(everything is organized by alphabetical order)
âŹđđ đđđđđ.
angst .
fluff .
smut .
âŹđđ đđâđ.
artist au .
arranged marriage au .
assassin au .
baker au .
bartender au .
BDSM au .
best friendâs brother au .
best friends to lovers au .
best friendâs sister au .
boyfriend au .
camboy au .
camgirl au .
camp counselor au .
CEO au .
chef au .
childhood friends to lovers au .
club au .
college au .
coworker au .
crime au .
dad au .
doctor au .
dancer au .
detective au .
divorce au .
enemies to lovers au .
established relationship au .
exes to lovers au .
fantasy au .
farm au .
father au .
friends to benefits au .
friends to lovers au .
fuckboy au .
fuckgirl au .
forbidden au .
gamer au .
god au .
hitman au .
horror au .
husband au .
hybrid au .
idiots to lovers au .
idol au .
king au .
lawyer au .
mafia au .
magic au .
medical au .
musician au .
neighbours au .
noona au .
one night stand au .
photographer au .
pirates au .
professor au .
prince au .
rich au .
road trip au .
roommate au .
royalty au .
second chance au .
secret relationship au .
sex worker au .
single parent au .
social media au .
songwriter au .
soulmate au .
spy au .
superhero au .
supernatural au .
tattoo artist au .
teacher au .
unrequited love au .
vampire au .
werewolf au .
wife au .
âŹđđ đđđđđđđ.
kim namjoon .
kim seokjin .
min yoongi .
jung hoseok .
park jimin .
kim taehyung .
jeon jungkook .
ot7 .
âŹđđ đđđđ.
drama .
hurt/comfort .
magic .
mutual pining .
mystery .
romance .
slow burn .
thriller .
age play .
crack .
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âŹmasterlist continued .
#kim namjoon#kim seokjin#min yoongi#jung hoseok#park jimin#kim taehyung#jeon jungkook#angst#fluff#smut#ceo au#soulmate au#best friends to lovers au#friends to lovers au#arranged marriage au#mafia au#spy au#detective au#adorable boy#charming boy#best boy#honey boy#sunflower boy#handsome boy#dimpled boy#extraordinary boy#ethereal boy#enemies to lovers au#exes to lovers au
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#min yoongi#bts x reader#kim namjoon#kim taehyung#jeon jungkook#jung hoseok#bts mafia au#park jimin#kim seokjin#yoongi#bts ot7#yoongi yoongi#so much destruction in one frame#my heartu#đ#yoongi marry me#yoongi x reader#yoongi ceo au#bts mafia reactions#bts mafia series#bts ceo au#bts bangtan boys#my heart cant take so much beauty
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Crown and Chrome
Summary: Kihyun disappeared from your life just as quickly as rode into it. You fell for him, hard, and he left you to put yourself back together after him. And you tried. But what will you do when he comes back into your life and into your company?
Characters: biker!Kihyun, CEO!reader
Total word count: 29.5k
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Epilogue 1
Epilogue 2
#Monsta X#Yoo Kihyun#Kihyun x reader#monsta x fic#shownu#minhyuk#Lee Minhyuk#Hoseok#Wonho#Ateez characters#Choi San#Wooyoung#Jongho#Seonghwa#Hyungwon#Chae Hyungwon#Kard#Somin#Son Hyunwoo#IM#im changkyun#joohoney#mingi#song mingi#monsta x smut#Kihyun series#biker Kihyun#ceo reader#reader x Kihyun#monsta x x reader
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âᥣđ© đđȘđČđ»đČđ·đ°: ceo/mafia!bts x fem!reader
âᥣđ© đąđŸđ¶đ¶đȘđ»đ: police are corrupted by the underworld. so for some time now, an organization has been in place to arrest real criminals, not just people of different origins. This time, the mission is to find out whether the bts group, which is well known is the underworld but also in the business, if they do child trafficking. and there's no one better suited for the task than agent [name.]. who, compared to other agents, doesn't have her heart protected by barbed wire, but rather by a wall of money.
âᥣđ© đŠđȘđ»đ·đČđ·đ°(đŒ): violence/murder/blood, psychology like reading someone body language, manipulating, cursing, feminist and mention of how women are mistreated in the current system. (Maybe more later)
âᥣđ© đđžđœđź: please keep in mind that english is not my first language, im french. If you see a mistake or anything else, don't hesitate to let me know !
âᥣđ© đąđœđȘđœđŸđŒ: ongoing
âą will be updated every month
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#btsmafiaxreader#bts mafia au#bts ceo au#btsceoxreader#yoongi x reader#mafia yoongi x reader#ceo yoongi x reader#mafia Namjoon x reader#namjoon x reader#jin x reader#seokjin x reader#bts fics#mafia jin x reader#ceo jin x reader#mafia/ceobts#jhope x reader#hoseok x reader#mafia hoseok x reader#ceo hoseok x reader#jimin x reader#mafia jimin x reader#ceo jimin x reader#taehyung x reader#mafia Taehyung x reader#ceo Taehyung x reader#jungkook x reader#mafia jungkook x reader#bts!polyau
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I decided to do a poll to see which story you all would like to read first. I've been working on each of these stories and I'm fine with doing whichever. I'll just need some time to work on them more before releasing them đ Read the synopsis of each and then vote for which one you want in the poll located at the end of this post!
âąDesirous
Your fate had been set into stone from the moment Hoseok saw you. Following Covetous is Desirous. Hoseok's PoV from within the Baeks' household.
Pairing: Yandere Vampire Hoseok x Fem/AFAB Reader
âąHoneyed Affair
CEO of SiJak Electronics Kim Taehyung, a romantic at heart, has one job and one job only and it's to convince you that being his sugar baby will be the solution to all of your problems. You, a hard worker with baggage, reluctantly agrees and now he'll spend the rest of your time together trying to sweep you off of your feet. But will it work?
Pairing: CEO Sugar Daddy Taehyung x Fem/AFAB Reader
âąObsession
Jungkook could say he's a relatively sane man. He has his hyperfixations like most but nothing like this. When he sees you he decides he needs to know more and if that means he has to invade your personal space, well, he'll do what he has to do to let you know you're his.
Based off of Aventura's song ObsesiĂłn.
Pairing: Yandere Jungkook x Fem/AFAB Reader
âąDon't Say I Love You
Your heart is broken. Breathing hurts. Living hurts and it was all due to your best friend. He told you it was a mistake being with you romantically and you wonder when these feelings started to plague him because for you it was far from a mistake. You try to live without him but it seems like there's more to your breakup than you originally thought. What was it and could you ever look at him the same way again?
Pairing: Idol Yoongi x Fem/AFAB reader
âąPachinko
Starting his days early means Jimin has a run in with the friendly neighborhood cat. He doesn't know where it came from but he does his best to take care of it. But why is it his early mornings also come with a crazy woman claiming Jimin is a thief? You're the crazy woman but to Jimin you're nobody so who the fuck are you?
Pairing: Jimin x Fem/AFAB reader
âąResentment a Covetous Sequel
It's been a few months since you've been turned and with that fact comes painful emotions you shut down from. Here is an update on your life now that you're no longer yourself. Now that you're Hoseok's. Forever.
Pairing: Yandere Vampire Hoseok x Fem/AFAB Reader
âąUntitled Yandere OT7
You and Yoongi have been together for 3 months. It's been an extraordinary time together despite having to keep quiet about it to avoid media attention. His brothers are super supportive, but maybe a little too much. You don't notice it until it's too late and now you're being thrust into a life you didn't ask for.
Pairing: Yandere Idol OT7 x Fem/AFAB Reader
âąUntitled Yandere Kim Seokjin
It's been a couple of years since your parents divorced and it's been a couple of years before your mother found someone else to love. Along with this new man comes his son who your mother adores. He's nice you have to admit but you're not that interested in getting to know him unlike how he would like to get to know you. Even if it's the last thing he'll ever do.
Pairing: Yandere Step-brother Seokjin x Fem/AFAB Reader
#bts x reader#bts fanfic#bts fic#yandere bts#yandere bts x reader#hoseok x reader#namjoon x reader#seokjin x reader#jimin x reader#taehyung x reader#jungkook x reader#yandere hoseok#yandere namjoon#yandere seokjin#yanderebts#yandere jimin#yandere taehyung#yandere jungkook#yandere ot7#bts ceo au#taehyung sugar daddy au#bts idol au#enemies to lovers#bts stepbrother au#personal#bts vampire au
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bighitfics masterlist 2O23
All of the content below is explicit and contains disturbing topics. minors dni.
macabre sneak peek
pairing â jungkook x f.reader (yandere stalker au)
wounds of deception
info â jungkook x f.reader x namjoon (love triangle au)
ceo character profile (headcons and drabbles)
01 (introduction)
02 (dynamics)
03 (jungkook)
04 (hoseok)
05 (taehyung)
starring â taehyung, hoseok, jungkook (ceo au)
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feel free to send in asks you guys.
don't hesitate give feedbacks!
#masterlist#bighitfics masterlist#macabre jungkook#ceo character profile#wounds of deception bighitfics#bighitfics#lee min ho#devon aoki#jungkook x y/n#jungkook x reader#bts yandere#namjoon fanfic#jhope fluff#taehyung x reader#yandere bts x reader#yandere jungkook#bts yandere au#yandere taehyung#tsundere hoseok#yandere namjoon#namjoon x oc#jhope angst
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CEO AU
OT7
Choco Bun by @nunchiimagines
Status: Completed
â Summary: When you moved to Korea after finishing college to continue pursuing latte art and baking, the last thing you were expecting was to open up your very own coffee shop under BTS Corp, Koreaâs biggest entertainment service company for idols, models, singers, and more. Thanks to your hard work, creativity, and approachable personality you managed to become friendly with some pretty big named individuals as well as up and coming talent. As exciting and fun as it was for you, you slowly began to realize how much your 7 bosses werenât particularly fond of this, acts of jealousy, pettiness, and aggression poking through in the most unsuspecting of ways. But what could 7 big named dragons want with a little foreign bunny?Â
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The Butterseries by @minniepetals
Status: Completed
â summary: their names alone had every men and women turning their heads and falling at their feet. successful, prestigious, handsome, rich and untouchable to anyone that looked their way. and you? you were just an employee who worked for them. who would have known you meant so much more to them than you could ever imagine?
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Kim Seokjin
Moonstruck by @bangtansmauyeondan
Status: Completed
â Summary: You donât know what the world looks like without Seokjin. Growing up in the same neighborhood, a low iron fence separating your family home and his, your lives have always been tangled up with each other. So much so, that after graduating college and securing your respective jobs, you decided to pack everything up and move to the same apartment building in the cityâ him, sharing a unit with his younger brother and his college bestfriend; you, sharing a unit with your younger brother and his equally chaotic bestfriend. Eternal neighbors thing, right? Or is that all there is to it?
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#bts#masterlist#fic recs#ceo au#kim seokjin#kim namjoon#kim taehyung#min yoongi#jung hoseok#jeon jungkook#park jimin
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Deadline - BTS OT7 CEO AU Chapter 15
This is what I call the fluff before the fall, there are a few events mentioned here that aren't in previous chapters but are in canon drabbles/pseudo drabbles, so I recommend you read this and this before the chapter below. 4.6k words
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Seven boyfriends, seven days a week, might sound like a lot for one person to handle, especially since now you were sexually active with them. It was as if you unleashed Pandora's box but instead of a plague that kills the world, it was seven sexy men that didnât want to let you go to sleep alone.Â
âMin Yoongi, why are you in my bed on a weekday?â Your eyes narrow in suspicion at the man staring at the ceiling. You just walked out of the ensuite in nothing but your robe, if he thought this was easy pickings he had another thing coming.Â
âRelax kitten, I just wanted to talk,â he sighs, turning onto his side so he can face you, a soft but sad smile on his face that made you want to climb into bed with him and cuddle, so you did.
âYouâre not here to break the rules?â you tease, arms wrapping around his middle when he embraces you. It earns you a chuckle at least.
âBecause that worked out well for me last time,â he shakes his head. âYou and your rules.â
âWho wouldâve thought the roles would reverse huh,â you say absentmindedly, trying not to laugh.
âWhat do you mean?â He frowns, seemingly confused, he was never an enforcer of the ârulesâ, that was you and Namjoon.Â
âWell you always went against them while Joonie lived by them, and nowâŠâ
Well now Namjoon had a new lease on life, where before he would always be militant with those broad shoulders of responsibility that carried the weight of everything, now he was a lawless man, and your biggest deviant. Since that morning you were both late to your respective workplaces, the one where he ate you out for breakfast and then fucked you against the counter, the troublesome trio became the least of your problems. Now it was Namjoon that tried to keep you up late on a work night until you had to force him out of the room. Namjoon who tried to sneak into the shower with you in the mornings, pretending he was going to behave and be good, âweâll save water baby girlâ he tried one morning. Seriously, did he think you were stupid? Namjoon who wanted to hold your hand all morning before you walked out the door for work, the others yelling at him that he was hogging you, while you tried to do your morning routine one handedly (his grip was strong). But he didnât care, the others had gotten away with more in his eyes, it was his turn.Â
âAnd now youâve unleashed the monster in Kim Namjoon,â Yoongi finishes your thoughts for you, shaking his head before sighing, âcanât blame you too much, it was always there.âÂ
Too many times this week heâs had to be the level headed one, heâs sure it's just a phase but it needed to end quickly or Yoongi was going to get a headache.Â
âItâs been a week, why is he still mad at me and not you?â Yoongi grumbles into your hair.
âI had sex with him,â you deadpan, shrugging before you bury your giggles in his chest.Â
âAh this is why Jimin calls you a vixen,â he thinks aloud playfully, making you pull back to look at him in question, did he?
âWell thatâs a new oneâŠâ Your arms come around his neck, looking up at him longingly, waiting for him to figure out what you wanted without asking for it.Â
âNo it isnât, he just calls you that behind your back, when youâre being too enticing for your own good,â he kisses your nose.
Your cheeks burn as you scoff, âenticingâ, what was wrong with them?
âLike right now,â he calls you out, your favourite gummy smile beams endearingly at you when you gasp in mock outrage.
âIâm not doing anything right now,â you deny, ready to bicker with him.
âHmmmmm,â his gaze changes dangerously, eyes almost mocking you, âSo youâre not asking me for a kiss right now?â
You scrunch your nose, pressing your lips together to hold back a smile, dammit he could see right through you.
âNo Iâm not,â you shake your head, holding your head proudly. âYouâre reading into things.â
âI donât think so, Kitten,â he hums again. âI can read you perfectly.â
This time round he accepts defeat easily in your playful little squabble, lips pressed against yours and you both smile.Â
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Kim Jongin was a flirt, a shy one at times, but when the women bundled around him he couldnât help but flirt, hopeless romantic and all. You however indulged him in no such thing, and he couldnât help wondering why. He wasnât serious, he was playing around, everyone knew it, but you didnât even acknowledge it.Â
He even called Jimin to ask him if something was wrong with you and after about a minute of silence on the other end from his friend, where he thought the line disconnected and called his name repeatedly, he got lectured for an hour. His friend and business rival went on and on about how he shouldnât pursue you, and you were all business and professional and ⊠well he stopped paying attention after that. But it did make him curious. It was almost a challenge, the cliche of forbidden fruit.
âY/n youâre practically glowing today,â he says in passing, interrupting your conversation with your supervisors.Â
You stop speaking for a second, looking at him briefly before resuming whatever it was you were saying. Heechul hides a snicker poorly, covering it up with a cough, not even paying attention to you.
âArenât you going to tell me how good I look?â Jongin presses, pout on his face, his eyes drooping in faux sadness.Â
You almost glare at him, and he kind of likes it, the fire in your eyes. Why did Jimin warn him against you? Surely he would want to set up his friend with such a woman, or at least keep her to himself.
âOh Director Kim you look so handsome today,â Kyunghoon says dramatically, Heechul unable to stop his laughter this time. It takes everything in you not to roll your eyes.Â
âSomethings wrong with Y/n if she doesnât see how handsome our favourite director is,â Kyunghoon continues, trying to act cute. You look at him disgustedly, what a suck up, and that was coming from you, the world renowned teacherâs pet.Â
âI heard she went on a date with Mark and then ghosted him,â Heechul stage whispers to his boss as if itâll win him favours. âI donât think Y/n is good enough for our precious director.â
You lost count of how many times your eyes rolled in annoyance, it wasnât a reflex you could help otherwise you wouldâve thought twice before doing it in front of your boss and two supervisors.Â
âIt wasnât a date,â you grunt, frowning at the paperwork. It was bad enough your boyfriends thought the same, and you sincerely paid for that. You shudder involuntarily, skin starting to heat up as you try to push the memories of those nights out of your head since you were at work.Â
âSomeone shouldâve told Mark,â Heechul mutters under his breath to the other two.
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âShould we sell the company?â Namjoon breaks the silence in the office with words so off-kilter that Jimin falls out of his chair. The lead CEO is practically bouncing in his seat, wanting the day to finish so he could go home and see you, maybe convince you to break some more rules.
âWho are you?â Jin asks, watching the CEO with distrust.Â
Kim Namjoon, selling the company he got off the ground with his bare hands? Unheard of. Impossible. Pigs would learn to fly first.Â
âHyung!â Jimin whines, picking himself off the floor. âPlease, come back to your senses! Whatâs happened to you?â
The CEO shrugs, looking at his desk as the words leave his mouth.
âIâm happy,â he grins, the others looking at him dumbfounded before they groan.
âYouâd sell it and then cry,â Hoseok says, knowing his friend all too well, getting back to the papers on his desk before adding, âSunshine would kill you.â
âIf you sell the company I would never forgive you,â Jin adds. âIâm far too young to retire.â
âPlus youâre only saying this so you can spend more time with Noona right?â Jungkook continues, âbut could you ever imagine Bunny giving up work?â
âYouâd sit at home bored out of your mind,â Yoongi grumbles, agreeing with the maknae.Â
âWe could always convince her,â Namjoon suggests, making the others laugh in disbelief.Â
âHave you met Kitten?â Yoongi grins, âthe word stubborn doesnât do her justice.â
Yoongi looks up from his desk when thereâs no reply, Namjoon staring daggers at his head. Oh shit, well he walked into this one.
âYou managed to convince her just fine,â he accused, making all of them groan again.
âCan we not do this again?â Jin sighs, closing his eyes, if he had this conversation again his brain would explode trying to escape it.Â
âPlease can we let this go,â Jimin almost yells, they all had enough of the silly war Namjoon was trying to begin with Yoongi. âJealousy is an ugly trait you know.â
âWhoâs jealous?â Namjoon contests, not sounding believable at all. âItâs about principle.â
âAnd the principle is Angel and Hyung did nothing wrong,â Jimin uncharacteristically sticks up for Yoongi, even the usual stoic CEO was shocked. âWe were all dating at the time, they were both well within their rights, even if it was at work.â
Namjoon looks away dejected, knowing Jimin was right but wanting to hold on to the petty anger.Â
âI mean why Yoongi hyung is an acceptable question to ask, but Angel doesnât have the best taste in men does she?â Jimin smirks, teasing him.
âSheâs dating you as well, Park Jimin,â Yoongi scoffs in reply, but the feeling of gratitude towards the younger one doesn't dampen.Â
âItâs inappropriate at the workplace,â Namjoon finally mumbles in response, making Jin roll his eyes. âWhat if they got caught?â
âYouâre the head of the company and you didnât catch them in the act,â Hoseok mocks with a smirk, an eye brow rising. âAnd you were in the room with them.â
A knock on the door interrupts their conversation, Jackson looking unusually cautious as he enters. He greets them all with a bow, approaching Namjoonâs desk.
âDepyunimâŠâ he hesitates, putting the envelope in front of him. âThereâs another one.â
Namjoonâs carefree disposition disappears, instead Jackson sees a bull about to charge, the fear instilled in him so sudden it takes effort not to move out of his line of sight.Â
âHow many is that now?â Jin asks quietly, the atmosphere in the office now dead. The youngest three looking at their hyungâs in question. Â
âIt doesnât matter,â Namjoon seethes before commanding Jackson to burn it like every time before. The secretary never did, instead he always put it in the shredder and disposed of it in the confidential waste bins. Â
He nods, leaving with the envelope and whatever contents it held that shook the four oldest CEOs. As curious as Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung were, there was something about the murderous intent on their leader's face that stopped them from asking what was going on.
âHow much longer are we going to hide this,â Yoongi says, knowing how much you hated secrets.
âWe donât need to worry her,â Namjoon dismisses the idea. He was content with pretending the problem didnât exist, they all were. But how much longer could they ignore a mountain and pretend it was a molehill.Â
âMaybe we should air on the side of caution and read what heâs said at least,â Hobi suggests.
âWe donât give criminals the time of day Hoseok,â Namjoon replies. âNothing he has to say is worth our time, or Y/nâs.â
âBut heâs incessant,â Jin states. âWe thought heâd give up but it's been weeks Namjoon.â
The maknaes all watch the back and forth quietly, trying to decipher what the hell was going on.
âI donât want to read his threats or blackmail, he has no power where he is.â
âWhere we put him,â Yoongi scoffs, âheâs lost everything, which means we shouldnât underestimate him, thereâs nothing he wonât do.â
âWhat can he do?â Namjoon yells back exasperated. They were pretending for so long he almost forgot about the whole issue.Â
âWell we wonât know unless we read the letters,â Yoongi responds calmly, knowing Namjoonâs emotions were all over the place. The anger was forefront, their leader usually was able to keep his cool in all aspects of his life, or at least use his emotions productively, but this was different. This made his level-headed nature dissipate, until all that was left was a man desperate to hold onto what he had, regardless of the consequences.Â
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âYou wanted to see me sir,â you say as you enter the office. Kyungsoo was a good boss, he was a bit scary and blunt at times but always fair. The blank expression he usually wore gave nothing away, which is why everyone who ever interacted with him was always on edge.Â
âY/n take a seat,â he says, gesturing to the chair in front of him. The other CEOs were nowhere to be seen.Â
âIs everything okay?â you ask, starting to worry since his expression seemed more serious than usual.Â
He sighs. That one action has your heart dropping, you fucked up somehow, you must have. What other reason could he have to call you in here?
âI want you to know I usually donât pay attention to baseless rumours,â he states, looking you dead in the eyes almost apologetically. âHowever there is one going around about you that has put your colleagues at a bit of unrest.â
Oh fuck, this again? This again because Jongin tried to flirt with you in front of your supervisors? You press your lips closed before you can start filling the silence with explanations, the man hadnât finished your accusation yet. Innocent until proven innocent, you were guilty of nothing.
âA few of your supervisors have come to us with the senseless belief that you are somehow a spy for bangtan corporations,â he pauses watching for your reaction, other than your eyes widening in shock and your lips parting, he doesnât see anything damning there. âWe had no reason to believe it, except one of the managers claims to have seen you at dinner with your old bosses.â
You can feel yourself start to sweat under his gaze, for all the reasons he is unaware of. You were not a spy, but yes you had a secret, one that could not get out no matter what.Â
âDirector Do, I assure you, I am not a spy for any company,â you say sincerely, hoping heâll believe you. âIâm close with my old colleagues and bosses after working with them for so long, but I can promise you I never talk about work.â
He takes in your explanation with silent eyes, you couldnât read them and you hated it. When it was one of your seven boyfriends you could always read their moods and you missed that, you didnât realise how much comfort it brought you until now. Even Yoongi, who was dubbed a stone by your old colleagues, you could always grasp his emotional state, this was foreign to you and as a proud teacher's pet it was making you anxious.Â
âOkay,â he nods, seemingly accepting of your honesty.Â
You breathe in relief, albeit mind in overdrive trying to think when this manager couldâve seen you. You all went out for dinner recently after coming back from Italy as a call for peace between the hyungs and maknaes. The so-called peace lasted for about ten seconds before they were arguing again about who was in the right and why actions were justified etc etc. It must have been then, the table was in a private VIP booth but they were loud, the noise levels couldâve caught anyoneâs attention.Â
Youâre dismissed from the office, head hanging to the ground in thought. Do you tell the others? You probably should so you can all collectively be more careful, but at the same time, you didnât want to worry anyone.Â
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In the end, you do decide to tell them. Your downcast expression when you got home gave away that something was wrong anyway, you didnât have much choice after the probing from the maknaes. Yoongi begged you to tell them just to shut Jiminâs whining up. They didnât like it, in fact they went a little too quiet for your liking, but they all agreed they would have to be more careful on dates out, which led to a compromise you werenât all too happy about but hey, never look a gift horse in the mouth, whatever the hell that meant.
When you all started dating, Namjoon made a point about renting out whole places so you could all enjoy some privacy away from the public and you had vehemently refused. It was too costly, it wasnât fair on other people that wanted to also visit the places of your dates, and it just didnât seem normal. Now though, you had to give in, at least to keep your relationship under wraps.Â
âIs it really worrying you?â Jin asked you after you were silent for a while. Both of you were sharing a slice of cake between you on the dining table, you mind preoccupied.Â
âYes,â you say honestly, sighing.
âOh beautiful girl, Iâm sorry,â he replies sincerely, pulling the leg of your chair so youâre closer to him. The action has your heart galloping despite your uneasiness, youâd never told them before but it was your favourite move. In every drama you watched, whenever the male lead did that you would just swoon, and when your boyfriend did it you swooned and died.Â
For the first time tonight you smile genuinely, shyly trying to hide your expression as you play around with the cake. Jin can see the change in your demeanour, he wanted you closer to comfort you but he can see it had other affects. He pulls it closer even still, his face a centimetre away from yours so he can feel it burning.Â
âCute,â he comments quietly, but you hear him. Stupid racing heart, pumping blood to your face, why did you always have to heat up like a volcano whenever they did anything?Â
He chuckles to himself when you fail to reply, mouth opening as if you were going to but you couldnât find the words. He kisses your flaming cheek, possibly making them ignite even more going off how your skin almost scorched his lips.Â
âBeautiful,â he whispers, âwhy are you suddenly being shy?â
You shake your head without looking at him, as if to say, âno reasonâ. He laughs at your antics, pleased that heâs managed to distract you from your worries for a little while. When you finally do turn to him, you've scooped up some of the cake on your fork, holding it out to him expectedly. Internally he could combust himself from the action, but he hides it well enough, as long as you donât look at his ears. He doesn't break eye contact with you as he takes a bite, a little of the frosting still on his lips that catches your attention. You wait patiently for him to swallow before you lick it, turning back to the plate as if nothing had happened, leaving Jin spluttering in shock, his face blushing profusely as he tries to calm down. Oh what a dangerous girl you were.Â
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âDid you just lock the door?â You laugh incredulously at Hoseok as he climbs into your bed. âYou know thereâs enough room for more than just us right?â
Youâre only teasing but heâs not all that impressed.Â
âAfter all you were the one to say that was the reason I got the biggest bed,â you continue, laughing harder when he pins you with a hard gaze.Â
âIâm not sharing you tonight,â he states, pulling you closer under the covers before reaching over to turn off the lamp. âPlus you still owe me after halloween.â
Youâre about to answer when youâre interrupted before you can begin, thereâs a knock on the door but Hoseok stops you from answering it.
âWhat part of not sharing didnât you understand sunshine?â he says seriously.
âSorry,â you reply sheepishly, making him finally break into a smile.Â
There he is, your Sun like boyfriend, you always found it funny that he called you sunshine when he was literally made from it. People gravitated towards Hobi, he was full of character and laughter, you would have to be out of your mind to dislike him. Sure he was a little more⊠authoritative at work and in bed, but all in all he was one of the nicest people you had ever met, you were lucky to have him to yourself.Â
The knocking on the door turned into loud pounding, making his smile falter into a stern expression. Oh you felt sorry for whoever was on the other side if they unleashed Hoseokâs mean commander persona. You remember the days working with him, he accepted nothing less than perfection, it was a trait he carried home, but it did lead to a lot of self induced stress from time to time.Â
âJust ignore it,â you whisper, turning his face away from the door to you in the darkness, âtheyâll get the message eventually.â
Unfortunately, whoever is on the other side has a death wish, the banging doesnât stop for a second. You can feel the patience in Hobi wearing thin before he detonates.
âWeâre trying to sleep in here!â He yells with a scowl, his head pounding to the same rhythm as the beats on the door.Â
For a moment it seems like heâs won, the silence welcomed as he settles back into your embrace, before the sound comes back harder and faster.Â
âIâm going to kill them,â he growls, about to get up before you tether yourself to him.Â
âBabe, theyâll give up eventually,â you reassure him, pecking his face wherever you could in the darkness, quelling his anger. You couldnât see the look of love he was giving you, despite the incessant noise and now voices of demand and displeasure (surprisingly Namjoon and Jungkook, you were so sure it was Taehyung and Jimin), both of you lose yourself to soft touches and as the sound settled, you both fell asleep.Â
â
âNamjoon no,â you command like he was a misbehaving dog when he stands at the kitchen doorway staring at you with mischievous eyes.Â
He only grins, staring at your accusing finger like it was nothing, no threat behind it at all. You were on your way out, purposefully avoiding him like every morning since his new habit of trying to steal time you didnât have. You shouldnât have risked filling up your coffee travel cup, but the drinks at your new company sucked, they only had machines, no cafe no nothing, you were truly spoiled at bangtan.Â
Your train of thoughts distracts you from your current predicament until your boyfriend takes a step into the room towards you. Your eyes narrow, his hands behind him playfully, a carefree gait in his movements but his face was nothing less than predatory.Â
âI just wanted some coffee,â he shrugs innocently, but you know heâs up to no good. You eye the exit behind him, calculating how to manoeuvre your way out of here when he closes the distance. You try to slip past him but he blocks your movement with his arm clutching the counter behind you. His other hand takes your travel mug from your grasp, taking a sip before wincing at the burn.Â
âItâs hot you dumbass,â you try to snatch it back but he only places it out of reach on the counter beside you, before wrapping his arm around your waist.Â
âYou're hot,â he flirts shamelessly, making your jaw drop and your skin crawl with heat. You were not used to this new carefree attitude they all adopted in disarming you with compliments, your heart couldnât take it.Â
âNo,â you draw out the vowel as if explaining something simple to someone stupid, âIâm going to be late, move.â
But he doesnât, he just grins before stealing the kiss heâs been wanting since he woke up. Â
âJoonie,â you whine when your lips part with a smack, the grin he has on his face is devious as it is sexy. He plays with a strand of your hair avoiding that hard stare you had that told him to behave as he cornered you against the kitchen counter.Â
âSo weâll be a little late baby girl,â he kisses the corner of your jaw before sucking gently on the skin of your neck. You push him back firmly, face adopting Yoongiâs stoic mask while your heart flutters uncontrollably.Â
âOne of us owns the company and can afford to turn up late,â you say, voice dripping in sarcasm.Â
âThe other one had enough charm to win over 7 of her ex bosses and is cute enough to get away with murder,â he contends, the smirk on his face getting wider when you roll your eyes.Â
âSo you want me to flirt with my new bosses to get myself out of trouble,â you say with a raised brow.Â
That wipes the smile off his face, he removed your hand from his chest pushing himself onto you, smothering his face in your neck as you giggle uncontrollably.Â
âThat wasnât funny,â he mumbles against your skin.Â
âIâm going to be late!â You complain while laughing, you feel him grin against you at the sound.
â
Immediately you can feel something wrong at work, the atmosphere was off but that was the least of your problems. Your coworkers werenât being subtle in their whisperings and stares, but they were avoiding you and keeping their distance. Even your supervisors who usually confronted you about anything suddenly looked away when you saw them, muttering something between themselves and leaving before you could question it.Â
Your phone buzzes in your hand, why was Namjoon calling you? He knew better while you were at work. You let the call go to voicemail, trying to get your head into work mode but everyoneâs attitude around you was making you anxious, your skin felt like a thousand millipedes were crawling all over it, or under it, your heart switching to fight or flight mode, ready to run. They were looking at you like⊠you couldnât explain it, like you had done something awful.
Your phone buzzes again in your hand, this time a message, and when you read it that sinking feeling only gets worse.Â
Office romance
Namjoon : Y/n go home ASAP
Your heart was in your throat, you were trying not to hyperventilate. The murmurs around you suddenly get louder as a new figure approaches, splitting the sea of colleagues apart until he finds you.
âMiss L/n, a word please,â Kim Junmyeon had never looked so stone faced, his disposition was usually kind and gentle.
Without a word you follow him, putting your vibrating phone away in your pocket, you couldnât look at it now.Â
As you walk the stares only get more intense, more curious, and you wonder what the hell was going on. Your brain starts going into overdrive, remembering the conversation between you and Kyngsoo merely days ago. Was this about being a spy?
You expect the CEO to take you to his office but he leads you to one of the meeting rooms, the other CEOs sitting solemnly not meeting your gaze. The screen on the 60 inch tv screen used for presentations was on, and paused, on a news channel.Â
âCare to explain this Y/n,â Junmyeon says, reaching for the remote and pressing play.
You really wished you listened to Namjoon.
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CHANTAJE! (xxv)
SUMMARY: being under the watchful eye of the media and your fans, your managers are in desperate need of regaining back your popularity after other influencers who hate you cause mayhem to your life. what best way to do so by having you pretend to be in a relationship with the popular 7 who are known to be intensely wealthy and stoic? will you be able to regain their trust or will they go with their promise of damaging your reputation even more?
WARNING(S) FOR LATER: gore/blood/murder, harassment/bullying, mental health talks (nothing badly triggering), child endangerment (mc was a child actor, again nothing badly triggering. if there is, there will be a warning)
NOTE: ahhhhh next chapter will need to be listened to with wildflower by billie eilish pls
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âThat star is orange.â
âNo, itâs not.â
âJin, I get youâre old and you canât see, but that star is for sure orange or some type of color,â you said, pointing directly at the star you were pointing at so Jin could see.
You two were night seeing stars for some reason. You two had wanted to go out to eat, but he had messed up the time and reservation, so he just ordered food to your place and you two put some blankets on the grass.
âYouâre fucking with me thatâs it,â Jim scoffed out, squinting his eyes to see the star you were pointing at better. âGirl, I cannot see shit.â
âYou have such a potty mouth for one that is the oldest,â you said with amusement, looking down at his figure lying down on the grass. âAlso, remind me to get you some binoculars or some shit because how can you not see it?â
âLeave me alone,â Jin groaned, softly pushing you away. âI see it now. Happy?â
âWell, now I feel like you said that out of pity,â you said with a noise while simultaneously crossing your arms dramatically. âWe suck at this. We can go inside to look at some movie.â
âCan we see one of yours?â He suggested, standing up and sticking his hand out to help you get on your feet. You scrunched your nose as you two got the food to take it inside. âCome on, I havenât seen one.â
âFine,â you dragged out. You two walked back inside your room, heading immediately towards the living room so you could put one of your movies. âSad, rom-com, action, or psychological horror?â
âSad, I feel like crying today,â he replied. He sat down on the side closer to the door and waited until you put on one of your sad movies. It was everyoneâs favorite genre so of course you had more than one. Just like how so many actors were given a title, yours was âsheâs mostly known for being in sad movies.â You didnât know whether you should take it as a compliment, but you did. It was nice being known as that since you did a good job causing tears.
You and Jin sat on the couch for 2 hours, watching your film, âColor Blue.â He went watching it without knowing the plot (you didnât want to tell him) and now he was suffering the consequences. You were sobbing, he was sobbing, tissues were spread everything (just the table), and he was left hurt at the ending.
âThat was it?â He sniffed. âWhat the hell? He just leaves? He just disappears like that?â
You sniff. âItâs insinuated she met the love of her life shortly after he left. He was her first love but, it was never supposed to be a forever thing due to this circumstances.â
âI hate your fucking movie, what the fuck?â Jin continued to sniff before a sob escaped his mouth. âThatâs enough. I donât want to see more.â
âCan you drive?â You sniffle, placing the tissue on your nose. âShould I call one of the boys?â
âYeah, call one of those idiots,â Jin said considering the fact you two have been together since 8 AM.
You two didnât do a lot. He and the others find so much comfort in your home they love lying around on your couch or on your bed. You donât know why but he and the others have said your house smells like pumpkin and cinnamon, which would be a nice scent for fall.
You took it as a compliment.
You couldnât help but swoon over Jinâs looks and the way he truly was an awkward person like you have been told. He does have some confidence, but he mostly uses that when he needs to. He used that when you two went to the store to buy some things you two needed for dinner.
You two had to leave, though, when it got a bit swarmed with fans.
âHello?â
âHey,â you sniff before you and Jin simultaneously sobbed at the credit scene. You had forgotten a montage of your character and his favorite character was shown.
âAre you two okay?â Yoongi asked, standing up from his chair to look at his wristwatch. He looked at Jimin, gesturing for him while he grabbed his keys. âHey, why are you two crying?â
They could just hear you both sobbing.
âHe didnât deserve that!â Jin exclaimed.
âIt needed to end like that so she could meet him!â
As you two cried, Yoongi, Jimin, and Taehyung (they didnât know where he came from) headed to the car parked in front of their house.
âHurry up,â Jimin hissed. He had forgotten how slow of a driver Yoongi was.
After 10 minutes, they arrived to your house. Yoongi did break a couple of laws here and there but, they did get to your house unharmed.
Yoongi and Jimin had gotten out of the car when Taehyung did, which Jimin immediately stopped him for.
âWhat?â Taehyung scoffed as soon as Jimin stood in front of him, hands placed on his chest to prevent him from walking any further. âLet me go.â
âNo,â Jimin replied with a frown. âStay here. Iâll come get you once I make sure theyâre fine.â Taehyung opened his mouth to argue but Jimin shushed him with a glare. âYou will go crazy if you find out theyâre hurt. Stay here. I am not fucking kidding.â
Once he made sure he wasnât following, Jimin hurried into your house with such speed he was surprised he didnât trip over your front stairs.
âTheyâre fine!â Yoongi exclaimed. Jimin appeared next to him, out of breath, chest heaving up and down. âTheyâre crying over a movie.â
âI-â Jimin gaped. He eyed the two figures on the couch hugging each other, holding on for dear life, almost as if they were to detach one would disappear. âWhat movie did you guys watch?â
âColor Blue,â you and Jin sobbed out, hugging each other tighter.
âIsnât that your movie, Y/n?â Yoongi asked, eyebrows furrowing together. He glanced at your face on the screen, smiling at another character. âWhy are you crying? Donât you know the plot?â
âIt still hurts, okay?â You cried out, throwing him a plushie. He easily caught it with one hand. âIâm such a good actress.â
âYeah, you are,â Jin agreed, nodding his head rapidly.
Jimin sighed. âOkay, okay, come on.â He separated you two, letting Yoongi comfort you while he comforted Jin. âYou big babies. Why are you watching a sad movie?â
âJin said so,â you answered, grabbing another tissue and dabbing your nose.
âOf course he did. Jin loves sad movies.â
âI love the feeling it gives me.â
Jimin shook his head at his words. âSee?â He placed a hand on the back of your head, lightly scratching your scalp while the other scratched Jinâs. âItâs okay, honey. Your movies are great. Itâs just fictional.â
âIt didnât feel fictional,â Jin said, calming down. His eyes did tear up, though. âOh, my God. They deserved their happy ending.â
âJin, they did get their happy ending,â you sniffed. He looked at you and you gesture at the movie. âThe guy at the end, his voice matches the other guys. Why do you think?â
He stayed silent before he gasped. âNo way!â
âYes!â
âWhat is the movie about?â Jimin whispered to Yoongi while you and Jin babbled.
âHe ends up disappearing at the end,â Yoongi quickly answered in hopes you two wouldnât listen. Just in case you two burst out crying again. âNo one knows why he disappeared but, the next scene takes place months later after that. The movie ends with the audience hearing a voice that sounds just like his.â
Jimin frowned. That sounds sad.
He sighed.
âOkay, guys, come on,â he said, ushering Jin to stand up. âItâs late and we have work tomorrow so you mister,â he patted Jinâs shoulders, âneed to sleep early.â
He nodded.
âWhereâs Taehyung?â Yoongi asked, watching Jimin grabbing onto Jin as best as he could. His head swerved side to side. âI thought he was behind us.â
âI told him to stay in the car or else he was going to goââ
âAre they okay?â Taehyung exclaimed, coming inside the home. Jimin gulped at the intensity of his voice and let Yoongi reply that yes, you and Jin were crying and were fine. A movie of yours just made you two cry.
âStop him before he heads to her,â Jimin rushed out, the two of themâJin, tooâheading towards Taehyungâs way to stop him from seeing you.
Yes, he loved Jin, he loved him so much. But he has never seen you cry, unlike Jin. So, he was definitely going to head to you with his heart hammering against his chest, his hands balled up into fists, his lips slightly parted, and his need for you stronger than ever.
âTaehyung, sheâs fine.â
Jimin blocked Taehyungâs path, but that didnât stop the man. He softly pushed Jimin away, eyes set on you.
âTaehyung.â
Taehyung ignored the calls for his name and took long strides to reach you, hand traveling down to grip your wrist, and his other helping you stand up.
In a blink of an eye, his hand slithered around to wrap it around your waist, letting his palm rest on the small of your back. He brought you closer, his other hand traveling up your arm, to your shoulder, until it reached the back of your head. His lips were brushing against yours, breaths tingling and intertwining with the others, and you swore your lips were pulling to his like they were magnets.
His thumbs brushed away your tears.
âGive me permission to kiss you and Iâll do it,â he breathed out, holding you like he was inhaling you. âIf thatâs what will make you better.â
âYouâre not asking,â you mumbled in a breath, your nose being hit by the faint smell of his cologne.
âFuck, I just need to kiss you so badly, please,â he pleaded, fingers slightly gripping your hip until white dents were left behind in their wake. âPlease.â
You nodded rapidly against his hold.
He breathed in and kissed you with such intensity and desire, almost as if he had been holding back for years from kissing you. Soft, muffled moans escaped his mouth into yours, his hand gripping your hair a bit tighter to bring you even closer.
âHeâs devouring her,â Jimin whispered to the others while they watched you two make out almost in need. âI told you bringing him here was a badâTaehyung, put her down.â
They watched Taehyung pick you up from the ground, hand situated on your ass while the other gripped your thigh. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck, and your lips still on his despite the change of position.
Kissing Taehyung felt like drinking water after being dehydrated for days, you noted.
His lips felt soft and the way he held you, touched you, and talked to you was enough for you to feel everything all at once. Every single guy made you feel more than you bargained for and you donât know how to act. None of them knew how to act, either.
âNo,â Taehyung dismissed Jimin, placing you on the wall with his hands still in his desired places. God, kissing you was a blessing itself, but having you in his hands all to himself was enough to keep him so happy and relieved. Kissing you was something. âSheâs mine.â
âOkay, possessive bitch, leave her alone,â Jimin scoffed out, crossing his arms. Though, he couldnât help but admit he loved watching you two fully make out in your home. Your safe place. âMake some space for me.â
Jin and Yoongi watched you and Taehyung go from kissing each other to now taking turns kissing the other person added. Your legs had unwrapped themselves from Taehyungâs waist, your feet now placed on the floor, and you were in between both men, caged in their arms, your lips smacking against Jiminâs and then Taehyungâs back and forth.
âThis is a bad idea,â Yoongi sighed, shaking his head. âTheyâre eating her alive.â
âAt least they wonât come to you every second of the day to ask for that,â Jin said with a chuckle, finding the scenery amusing. He glanced down at his watch. âIt is getting late. Oh, God. That movie has some type of magic, my chest hurt for a sec, I swear.â
Yoongi nodded in agreement. âI know. I watched the movie by myself when I was sick and I couldnât finish it. It was too painful.â
They continued to watch you three make out, their eyes following your guysâ hands touching and yearning for each other.
They werenât going to lie but, they felt something in the pit of their stomachs just looking at you three.
Jimin and Taehyungâs hands gripped your waist, bringing you closer. Their breaths intertwined with your own, their moans, too. They kissed you as if you were going to leave, as if you would disappear if they stopped. What did you do to ever deserve this? And what did they ever do to be blessed with you? Not enough. Theyâll do more for you. If you want the moon, theyâll find a way to buy it and name it after you. If you want the stars, theyâll buy every sparkly little piece of shit and name it after you. Your name deserves to grace beautiful things because you are the most beautiful of them all. Everyone deserves to utter your name when they look at the things the universe has graced them with.
âI need to breathe,â you softly breathe out, your hands on the back of their heads. You softly gasped as Taehyungâs lips trailed down your neck and Jimin claimed your lips again, both equally as bruising.
Jimin chuckled at the noise and looked at Taehyung. âTaehyung, let her breathe.â
Taehyung shook his head, teeth grazing the skin of your neck to suck on it. His lips kissed each mark he left behind before looking at you with the same hooded eyes he looked at you with.
âDo you want to breathe, angel?â He muttered, holding your face closer to his while the pad of his thumb ran itself over your bottom glossy lip. âHmm?â
âJust for a sec.â
He smiled before he rubbed his lips against yours. âOne.â As you went to ask him what he meant by that number, he kissed you. Jimin snorted and backed away, shaking his head.
âHeâs much more tamer compared to when he got together with us,â he noted, very amused. âShould we warn her about that?â
Yoongi scoffed, shaking his head. âYouâre going to scare her off before she could kiss us.â He gave you two one more look before he turned around. âLet the poor girl breathe, Taehyung. Pretty sure sheâs about to faint.â
âI think Iâm about to faint because of how it feels,â Taehyung muttered out loud, taking you back to the wall so he could feel you up better that way.
âHeâs acting like a starved man,â Jin whispered rather dramatically, looking at you with worry. âI feel like we would lock him away for her safety, God.â
âTaehyung!â Jin snapped.
Taehyung didnât flinch. Instead, he leaned back a bit, looking at them over his shoulder. He hummed, staring back at you and kissing your lips softly.
âCome on, you can see her tomorrow,â Jimin snorted out, loving the way you were much more comfortable.
âWhy?â Taehyung muttered, tracing your lips. He couldnât like away from them and your eyes. Your pretty eyes, such pretty eyes. He softly groaned. âGod, donât look at me like that please.â
âTaehyung.â
âYou drive me so fucking crazy Iâll do anything for you,â he whispered as if it was a secret.
âTaehyung.â
âThe way you taste and smell,â he continued to speak in a hush voice, lips trailing from your jawbone to your neck, âI could devour you whole.â He raised his head to look at you from under his lashes, his hand bringing up one of yours to kiss. âWill you let me?â
You smile and could see over his shoulder that the boys were looking at you three with happy eyes.
âTaehyung, if I say yes,â you started, âwill you go home and go to sleep?â
âI donât think Iâll be able to sleep until I have you,â he said, not looking away from your lips.
âOkay, you can see her tomorrow,â Jimin scoffed with a smile. He dragged Taehyung away from you, ignoring his attempts to convince him to let him go so he can stay here in your home. Yoongi grabbed him away. âSweet dreams, pretty girl.â
Jimin kissed you on the lips, backing away to taste your chapstick. âWear that flavor. It tastes good.â
You snorted and led them out, watching Yoongi and Jin place a desperate Taehyung on the backseat. You stood on your driveway and waved. Jin came back to give you a kiss on the forehead and Yoongi, much to everyoneâs surprise, gave you a quick peck. His left you gasping in surprise. You couldnât even enjoy it.
âBye, angel.â
âByeâŠâ
Everyone was busy the next day Taehyung swore he would die if he didnât see in that exact moment.
He was tugging on his hair until Hoseok had to intervene, slapping his hands away.
He was dozing off, thinking about you and the pillow talk you would have after spending the night together.
He was loving the way his brain would visualize how life would be with you in their relationship, complete. He can die happily knowing that he has all the loves of his life with him.
Jin couldnât stop thinking about you, on the other hand. None of them could stop. You were so embedded in their brains, they swore they could hear your voice until they snapped their heads and you werenât there.
What have you done to them?
What type of spell have you put on them?
They didnât know what but, they loved thinking of you, and they couldnât complain. No. They couldnât and they wouldnât.
It was 6 PM.
You have been âtogetherâ for 2 to 3-ish months today.
You maintained lowkey and on the low, and managed to convince everyone that you two were in a relationship. You had doubters here and there but nothing serious.
As for your allegations, there hasnât been an improvement. Itâs hard knowing who did it and not being able to point fingers because you do not have evidence or anything valuable of some sorts.
6:30 PM.
You were in a meeting with Jae and Jake, talking about the new movie you were with Hyung-min that you two have been going over with together. He was there, too, but he was a bit farther away from you. He didnât want to even hug you just in case he accidentally hurt you.
At 6:32 PM, your phone went off.
At 6:33 PM, your phone went off again.
And again.
At 6:36, Jaeâs went off next.
Then Jakeâs.
Jae looked at her phone once she noticed you simply shut yours off and just as she was going to shut it off, too, she eyed her notifications.
Her eyes widened and she stood up.
âOh, no.â
You frown and look at her. âWhatâs wrong?â
âY/n⊠do not go on your phone,â she strictly told you, still looking at her phone. She was typing away and Jake, having looked down at his phone, too, felt his shoulders tense. âCall her PR team. Call the president of the company and alert a meeting ASAP.â
âHey, whatâs going on?â You frown, standing up alongside Hyung-min who had glanced at his phone, too, to see what had his girlfriend panicked. âJae?â
âBabe, it came out,â Jae stressed, fixing her glasses slipping from the bridge of her nose.
âWhat did?â You asked, crossing your arms over your chest, your hands becoming clammy at the thought of something of yours coming out. âJae?â
âThat stupid thing Namjoon was threatening you with,â she snapped. She calmed herself down. She didnât even feel this stressed over your bullying allegations. âRemember he said he had something about your sister?â You nodded. âHoney, it got leaked. Itâs everywhere.â
âWhat?â You froze. Your brain froze. Your thoughts were not circulating no more, and you felt numb. âWhat? Give me the phone.â
You snatched her phone away from her hands and read the article she was reading.
Your chest heaved up and down at coming to see she was telling the truth.
âThis canât be happening. This canât.â
âI knowâŠâ
âI hid that for a reason!â You exclaimed, starting to pace. Hyung-min stood next to you, comforting you. You breathed in and out harshly. âOh, my GodâŠâ
Your secret was out.
< before - after >
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RED CHOPSTICKS | 2/3
SUMMARY: . The Min Brothers were fucking insane
PAIRING: Ganster!yoongi x reader / Law enforcement!AugustD x fem! reader
RATING: 18+ (I am not a babysitter. You're in control of what you consume)
CONTENT WARNING: porn with HELLA plot  violence, plus sized reader , afro asian reader , dead bodies , blood , slight gore mention, stalking , twin rivalry , yandere, heavy angst, nonconsensual recording + photo taking , death threats towards innocent people, cheating, mc is very ... not smart! ( for the plot ofc ) , gang violence, reader not having a great relationship with law enforcement, reader has a criminal record ( don't we all? ) , murder , character death, guns, kidnapping ( kind of ) , e2l ( more like fuck buddies ) , hints to a robbery, SMUT hate fucking , clit / coochie smacking , bondage with a tie , overstimulation , degradation , gagging, car sex , bratty reader , dom!augustd , sub!reader , spanking , biting , spit mention, i hope that's all.
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A/N: this is my longest fic ive ever written! the amount of times ive scraped this and rewrote it should be illegal. i honestly didn't see it becoming this big all i wanted was for me to hunch the police đ«€ WELL HERE WE ARE NOW!!!
Looking a man in the eye and shooting him dead was never on your bucket list of things to do. You always wanted to go to Hawaii and lounge around in a tropical setting, or a picnic in front of the Eiffel Tower but you simply weren't normal enough for that.
You were at your mailbox boredly flicking through the bills and useless advertised telegrams when a bright yellow envelope caught your eye.
You tuck the rest of the envelopes under your armâ using the acrylic nail on your index finger to open it. Slowly you began to remove the endless series of pictures. They all contained you and Yoongi together in multiple situations. One of you holding hands and walking into your apartment, the other of the two of you coming out of the car together. Your hair was disheveled, your hand tugging at the top of your dress, a wide smirk on Yoongi's face as his eyes looked directly into the camera fixing at his pants.
You swallow hard, heart beating a bass drum in your ears.
This is exactly what Yoongi warned you about in the beginning of your relationship.
âY/N L/N?â You jumped shoving the photos into the envelope turning towards the voice. You are met with a man, his eyes a light shade of brown and his hair dark and curly.
âWho's asking?'' Clearing your throat, the grip on your once useless mail got tighter watching him dig into his pocket, pulling out his golden badge.
âDetective Kim Taehyung, Iâd like to talk to you back at the station. Little birdy told me you know the whereabouts of Min Yoongi. Otherwise known as âSugaâ.
You gulped, looking over his shoulder and seeing his partner leaning on the edge of his patrol car the ripped man throwing you a smile and wave. The bunny like smile didnât even match his hulking figure.
âWell, your little birdy? Was wrong Mr. Kim have a good rest of your day.â
âPlease donât make this any harder Msâ You begin to walk away from the fed quickly, descending up the stairs of your home.
This is exactly what Yoongi didn't want.
âY/N L/N youâre under arrest for the murders of Kim Hongjoon, Song Mingi, and Choi San"
At the Seoul police station, you were roughed up and thrown into a cold interrogation room. Rubbing your raw wrist throbbing from being bound too tight by the handcuffs you were unlawfully forced in. Groaning your head banged on the cool metal table. The names of any of the men Detective Kim had listed didn't ring any of the bells inside your head. You had your petty crimes throughout your youth, but you were partially civil enough to not murder anybody. This was a tactic to get you to spill what you knew about your boyfriend, and his very illegal line of work. Hell, you didnât really know anything but, in all honesty, you were ready to fold when he pulled his badge from his pocket. You and law enforcement never mixed well.
You hear the door open, making you sit up straight with a scowl deep on your face. "No one read me my rights."
He chuckled, his dark hair shiny in the low yellow lights. He turned, and your mouth dropped open. âI'll be sure to scold my officers.â
This man was a carbon copy of your Min Yoongi.
The only difference was that the scar on the left side of his face looked to have healed better and was faint. Unlike your boyfriends, whose scar was still an angry, bright shade of red, thick, and tissuey leaving him partially blind.
You knew your boyfriend had a brother. A brother who was in some type of higher up position working for him and covering his messy jobs. Though he rarely talked of him in greater detail, Yoongi had failed to let you know of his very identical twin. âYou might catch flies Mrs. Y/nâ, setting a large binder on the cold table and taking a seat in the wooden chair in front of you. You shut your mouth, mind running a million miles per hour.
âSeems like he doesn't talk about me muchâ A noise of disapproval left his lip. Lending you his hand, âDetective August, I requested your presence here in regard to my brother current whereaboutsâ
Your mouth turned into a thin line, and boy you really wished you knew. âI donât know what you're talking about...â he hummed, cracking open the large binder skimming through it.
Your body stiff as he read off a file everything about you, âYour grades were decent in high school, though you dropped out suddenly in the middle of your senior year, you were homeless for a year after that, and you have a couple petty thief's and three assault chargesâ
He looked at you, nodding âYou and my brother are a perfect matchâ
âMy brother keeps many women aroundâ he started leaning back into the chair, legs crossing âBut you? He's kept you around for the longest, seven months?â
He whistled mockingly, âThat's a world record. What makes you so special, huh?â
Crossing your arms over your chest, nails digging deep into your skin as your leg bounces with anxiety. He was pissing you off and the smirk told you he knew it. You could jump over the table and punch him for being an asshole cop and just for unfortunately sharing the same face of your absent boyfriend, but you didn't need another assault charge on another cop.
"And what the fuck does that have to do with me?â
âI always keep tabs on my little brother, always running around and making messes around the city"
So, you're his personal maid?" Watching his jaw clench you smile in satisfaction.
He harshly began to pull out batches of pictures, men whose faces you've seen before somewhere in your life. Till it clicked in your brainâ all of these men have tried to make a pass at you over the past couple of months of you dealing with Yoongi romantically. The next handful of photos he pulled were them all laying in pools of their own blood.
"Very sloppy jobs done by yours truly."
Your stomach twisted in knots. You knew what Yoongi was capable of, but all of this for you? You swallow hard, letting a loud sigh leave your lips. "I haven't heard anything from him in 3 weeks he never tells me where he is, what he's doing, or when he's coming backâ
August cursed under his breath, hand wiping down his face, "There's been radio silence for five days, were not even sure if he's in Korea anymore."
With that the worst possible scenarios flashed before your eyes, âDonât worry, Mrs. Y/N, weâll find him. It's not the first time this has happenedâ
âAnd how long was he missing?â
âA year and a half.â
You swallow hard, "And my murder charges?".
"They've suddenly been dropped. I'll be sure to remind my men to be less rough next time"
âNext time?â
The long months of being with Yoongi him disappearing on you wasn't rare. Being that he constantly let it be known that his line of work wasn't meant for you, and you didn't need to be involved. Three weeks has been the longest your lover has been gone. Three very long weeks with not even the smallest bit of news from Hoseok, his right-hand man. You were worried sick, but you knew your boyfriend was tough, and he always came back home to you.
Towel wrapped around your body, you sighed heavily, feeling yourself buzzing from the red wine you'd been consuming since you walked in the front door. It was near dark when Detectives Kim and Jeon dropped you off at home, apologizing for how forceful they were.
You didn't even know if you should have been talking to him and telling the man anything, but you just figured it was fine because he did cover a lot of Yoongi's âaccidents.
After rubbing your body down with essential oils, you jump at the sound of the phone ringing. The caller ID stating âunknown' made you immediately press the green answer and put it on speaker phone, âHello?
âDonât you miss me, doll?â You stiffened hearing his voice for the first time in weeks made your body feel like jello. âYou mad at me, princess?â
âMad is an understatement.â glaring at the bright phone screen, âYou're so cute when you frownâ his words made your glare deepen, looking around your bedroom.
âIs there a fucking cam-â he cut you off. His voice was deeper than usual, all dark and serious, different from his usual playfulness. âI know you saw my brother today.â
âIt's not like I had a choiceâ he clicked his tongue and mumbled shit over his breath and slightly ruffling like he was running his hands through his hair.
âI donât want you seeing him again, he's a fuckinâ pig. You need to be more assertive. Hobi told me you folded as soon as Taehyung pulled out his badgeâ
You were at your breaking point, you haven't spoken in weeks and now he was trying to coach you?
âOh fuck you Min Yoongi, our first conversion in weeks is this bullshit? I've been worried sick.â he stayed silent on the other end listening to you rant about everything. You weren't a dumbass. You knew that dealing with a gangster would come with extra baggage, but this was making your head hurt.
âYour killing innocent men for flirting with me? Then you might as well murder the 14 year old who gives me a free rose every mondayâ
âYou think I won't?â blood running cold as a chill ran down your spin
"Yoongi can't be serious right nowâ His sigh was loud and frustrated, âMe killing six men for you isn't serious enough?â
âThis is exactly why I didnât want my brother around. Of course, he goes to you when I'm away. Heâs already getting to your head and filling it with nonsense so he could have you to himselfâ
You scoff angrily, scuffing down your glass of wine. âYou're so delusional, fuck you and your brother, I don't want anything to do with either of you anymore. Don't bother coming back hereâ he paused, then his laughter rang through the speakers like he was watching a comedy special.
âYoure hilarious, baby." he sighs and sniffs. âYou know I can see you right? Been watching you since I left.â
Your eyes scan every corner of your bedroom. âYou don't want me to come back and play with that pussy for you?â
âNo.â You didn't answer just staring down at your clench thighs as his soft hum fills your ears, âYou're not a good liar momma.â
âFuck you Min Yoongiâ he hummed, almost sounding like cats purr âI plan on fucking you.â
âl'll be home in two days, and I'm gonna make it up to you with this dick deep in your guts."
âI love you, and stop drinking so much your hangovers are the worst.â he hung up with that leaving you shunned to tears. Throwing your phone down you turn up the whole bottle of cheap wine.
Fuck you Min Yoongi
There were three things that you learned over the past 24 hours.
1. No matter where you went there were always people watching you.
Even your own house isn't safe. Yoongi somehow placed cameras in unknown places all throughout and his men were on your tail along with August and his lackeys.
2. Yoongi was so right about your hangovers.
Your head was thumping the moment you woke up in the morning, still you got ready for work.
3. The Min brothers were fucking insane.
Pulling on the detective's sleeve, you drag him outside the saloon. August had shown up today at your workplace asking around for you and causing a scene. Knowing how nosy and gossipy your coworkers and customers were, you'd be the hot topic for weeks, horrible for your lowkey reputation.
âWhat the hell are you doing here?â you ask when the two of you were furthest away from the shop and out of sight.
August stared you down, face blank. You hated that he shared the same face as your boyfriend, and he was just as handsome, but the way he carried himself was totally different from his brother.
While Yoongi was very loose and airy, August was tight and stiff with every movement. Despite that, both brothers had a very demanding and dominated aura, taking up space even in the largest room.
â If you had to ask me something, a phone call or text would have been great. Instead of barging into my workplace like a madmanâ
He blinked once, twice, then again, looking behind you. You turn and see several people entering your job. He then gripped onto your forearm and dragged you into his chest. You fight against his grip, cursing him and complaining.
"What's going on? Are you crazy?"
"Listen woman" he hissed grip tightening as he shook you slightly. "My brother needs to tighten your leash before I have to."
You open your mouth to get ready to mouth back, but his look shut you right up. "Those pictures you got in the mail. Who do you think sent them?"
You swallow hard before gulping harshly, putting two and two together. He knew what was going to happen if you stayed in the saloon longer.
"Now be quiet and get in the car."
August was seated beside you in the drivers seat of the tinted Audi. You hated this, you wanted to sleep but everytime you dozed off August was there to flick you in the forehead claiming he wasn't going to carry you when the ride was over. You kept asking him when that time was coming and his answer was always a dry 'soon'.
"You have a very foul mouth for a lady," he grumbled, not even looking in your direction.
"And you're annoying. No wonder Yoongi doesn't like youâ
He growled hands tightening on the steering wheel. âMe and my brothers relationship is hardly any of your businessâ With a roll of your eyes and a huff, you cross your arms.
âYou two should have never made it my business." his eyes shifted towards you for the first time since getting put in the car. His eyes burning into the side of your head, but you kept your focus outside of the window, ignoring him. Your thigh began to bounce in anxiety as you got tired of his staring.
"Can you keep your eyes on the damn road?" You snapped at him. "You've spoke to my brother yesterday, no?"
"So what if I did." Looking back out the car window.
"You remind me of my brothers last whore. A dumb puppy." he said, you didn't even think when your hand raised smacking the clone of a man across the face. The raw sound of the skin colliding echoed throughout the car.
"You sound jealous of your little brother August." His face went through the most emotion you'd seen him show.
"Awe, poor August always in Yoongi's shadow, hoping and wishing to be just like him- ACK"
August foot slammed hard onto the break sending you forward, seat belt digging in your chest, head inches away from hitting the dashboard.
"Don't talk about shit you don't know about" his voice raises looking at you with slitted eyes. But you didn't have to know much to figure out that August was living in his brother's shadow. So you pressed on, acrylic nails tapping all over his buttons.
"Yoongi gets to do things without consequences while you pick up and clean up after. I'm sure you're tired, I know you wished you could make a mess and not clean it up for once."
âGet out.â and with that you opened the door, slamming it hard beginning your long walk down the dark road. Hearing the sound of the driver side door close your turn and see August. Giving him two middle fingers you grabbed your phone from your work pants, cursing as there was no cell service. You heard August behind walking steadily.
You must have misjudged the distance between you and him before you knew it you were lifted off the ground. Your phone is thrown to the ground and his shiny dress shoe is stomping on it. You claw at his back, kicking and screaming âYou psycho! Put me down!â
A smack echoed through the trees. Your ass stings as you embarrassingly laid limp over the detective's shoulder. He walks both of you back to the car. There was no getting out of this situation and before, you knew it. You were thrown into the backseat of the car, an angry August looming over you.
You both were breathing heavy as you stared at each other, and before you knew it, he was smashing his lips onto yours. You should have screamed more, or headbutted him like Yoongi taught you, bit his tongue when it slipped inside your mouth, but you didn't.
You allowed him to put his tongue in your mouth. You allowed him to grope your chest as he grinded himself against your crotch and you let the moans slip from your mouth. High-pitched and whiny they were. When you two parted a thin line of spit followed his lips immediately latched hard onto your neck.
He was mumbling. You couldn't what he was saying with the way his hands roughly dragged your work pants down your ankles and rubbing you through your damp panties. Humorlessly he laughed,
âIf this is the mess he would leave i wouldn't mind cleaning itâ
"I wonder which one of you got the most attention growing up?" smirking as you egg him on further, making him bite your neck hard, you were sure there was blood leaking. "You run your pretty fucking mouth too much." Shoving your panties into your mouth roughly shoving your legs up to your chest.
Staring at your glistening folds he groans, slim fingers ghosting over your peeking clitoris. Your thighs quiver as his fingers sink into your wet hole, moaning against the damp fabric in your mouth. âI wonder what my brother would say if he knew how easy it was to get you spread open for me.â
Lewd sounds came from the bottom half of you as his curled fingers roughly fucked your insides, you were sure that the mess was leaking onto the dark interior of his car. He never looked away from your face, staring intensely into your eyes and every time you closed your his thumb would press directly on your swollen and sensitive clit. âYou're gonna cum?â He asked obviously, telling from the way your thighs twitched and from the way you squeezed his fingers like they'd stolen something from you.
âSlutâ he hissed, watching you fall apart in loud high pitched, pornographic moans. He didn't stop his movements until you were sobbing for him to stop, the buzz and sting in between your legs was simply too much to handle. âTch...â he removed his finger from your insides smacking his palm against the wet flesh. His pants were hurriedly unbuttoned, and his hot flesh smacked onto your own.
When he sinks himself into youâ gasping out loud nails digging into your palms. While Yoongi was long and curved at the tip like a dagger stabbing at your g spot, August was thick from bottom to top, feeling him throbbing inside you as he forced himself deep into your stomach. âThis is why he kills for you, fuck...
His thrust rocked the car heavily as your moans and his occasional grunts filled the small space. Your noises muffled against the panties in your mouth, damp with your saliva. You could feel his thrust becoming sloppier and your stomach tightening. The grip on your neck loosened as he pulled you to kiss him. Your organisms crashed together as your thighs shook against his waist and he came deep inside your withering body. The two of you laid there breathing heavily as your eyes slowly began to drift shut. âIf this is what gets you to shut up, I would've done it a long time ago.â
He huffs, swiping his fallen curls back as he moves to untie you, removing the cloth from your mouth as you limply laid. He wrapped his suit jacket around you and pulled up your pants still mumbling. âSleep well, we've got 20 minutes left.â
You awoke with a yawn rolling over you blinked a couple times before remembering your night eyes popping open you wipe the sleep from them, blinking. âGoodmorninâ doll.â
Min Yoongi hovered over you with a gummy smirk causing you to gasp. Leaping up from your plaited position your arms wrapping around his neck. He hugs you back tucking his face into your neck, inhaling the sweet scent that always stuck to your skin. In that moment you forgot that you were supposed to be mad at the man too overwhelmed with his presence. He pulled back pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes were darker than usual. Sucken in from the weeks of lack of sleeping and you noticed how much thinner he was.
Then it hit you like a truck.
August, kidnapped? the car, his dick . . .
You were a dirty dog clinging to your boyfriend after getting your brains fucked out by his twin brother who he obviously dislikes.
You cry into his neck as he shushes you, he was way too calm about this and that was just the signs of a storm slowly but surely brewing. He lets you go softly, standing to his feet. Nodding at the clothes hanging on the dresser in front of you "Put those on and meet me downstairs." With a quick kiss he leaves you sniffing and alone.
Descending down the long staircase your bare feet pad against the cold tiles. You spot Yoongi and his men standing at the bottom. Yoongi watched you walk down hands stuffed into the pockets of his leather jacket, cigarette burning between his lips. He was quick to grab you when you finally hit the last set of stairs, arm snuggly wrapping around your waist as he walked you through the large house.
"Where are we Yoon?"
"Do you trust me?" He asked, as Namjoon opened the door to the outside. Your eyes widen in horror as you see what's behind the door.
He grabs your face to make you look him in the eyes as he asks you again more aggressively "Do you trust me Y/N?"
You sniff back tears looking the man you love in the eyes. "Yes. I do Yoongi."
He clicks his tongue staring at you a moment longer. "I don't believe you."
You let out a string of protests as he drags you outside, you stumbled falling to your knees. You hand smacking into the pool of blood. You gagged dry heaving as Yoongi scoffed at you snatching you back to your feet.
Blood staining the concrete ground as multiple bodies lay only inches away from you both. Their faces were covered with blood stained bags, and their hands and feet tied together. You could hear some sobbing and begging while others laid still more than likely dead.
You stood there shaking in fear as you watched Yoongi pull a gun from the waistband of his pants. While Namjoon and Hoseok pulled a squirming man in front of you. "You see, doll everything I do is for a reason."
"I tell you to stay out of my business for a reason"
"I tell you to keep Hobi at your side for a reason."
He clicked the silver weapon as he yanks the sheet of the man's head revealing August. His face was bruised and bloody as he stared from the gun to you. A humorless chuckle leaves his lips as he bows his head to the ground. "If you shoot me, our pact is done, and you'll never see the light of day or your slut again."
Verbally wincing when Yoongi knocks the butt his gun against his brother's face. August makes no sound head turning as he spits the blood from his mouth. Yoongi crouches down to his level, clicking his tongue as he hums. "I'm not gonna shoot you August what kind of little brother would I be?"
"Grab the runts." He tells his right hand men, bringing in Taehyung and Jungkook who struggled against them. "You see brother you think you're so smart because you got your little degree."
"But that doesn't mean shit." He stands to his full height turning towards. "There's a reason our father gave me his empire and not you. You're predictable and impulsive you think fucking my girl is going to send me over the edge and make me break our pact by ending your miserable life."
He laughs, "Well August... I'm not going to kill you no matter how much I'm burning too."
He turned towards you giving you a gummy smile. Not at all appropriate for the current circumstance you were in. "She is."
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